#warren worthington iii fanfic

[hearts4mica]

Batfam x Telepath Batsib Reader! (Request)

Batsib!Reader was born with telepathic powers

(or that’s what they thought) since they never met their parents because their parents were afraid of what would happen and they decided to leave BatsibReader to figure it out on themselves.

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September 1st 2001

You woke up normally as any other day in your boring life. You lazily stretch out of bed and grabbed your cup of water. You sit down thinking of your life choices then- “3,2,1”

Suddenly Dick your big brother bursts through the door.

“Morning birdie! Excited for your first day of school?” He said in an excited tone as he started trashing your closet looking for- a coloring book?

“What are you looking for?” You ask plainly even though you already know it because duh powers.

“Nothingg” He answered quickly and left the room. Does he think im dumb?

anyways you don’t care so you just stood up grabbed your clothes and went to the bathroom

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Anyways now im here eating breakfast with these idiots i call brothers and Alfred!

“So…excited for your first day?” Tim asks. No i’m not.

“Why are yall acting as if it’s my first day in kindergarten its just Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters a place where everyone is like me” you continue eating your food normally

“Just ignore Drake he is dumb. And Grayson is just excited that you are starting in a new school with new people” Damian says while sitting down on the chair.

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This place was made for people like me.

As your walking around this place you cant help but notice that this place feels welcoming.

“Hello are you new here?” An unkown voice asks you.

You turn around and look at this new person

“Yes i am who are you?” ��I am Professor Charles Xavier i run this place.” Oh so he is the famous Charles Xavier? Good to know

“Well it was nice to meet you professor Charles but i have to go to my classes.”

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Now im in my first class sitting beside a dude called “Angel”? Well atleast thats what i think since thats whats in his head-

“Hey” this angel dude looks at you

You just blankly stare at him

He continues looking at you but as he sees that you arent answering he continues.

“Ahem… i didnt catch your name?” What the-

“I didnt throw it” This dude

He continues “My name is Warren Kenneth Worthington III” long ass name

“I am Reader! Wayne”

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The school day finally ends and now you’re waiting for Alfred to pick you up.

You see the car park infront of you so you get in and Damian is inside

“Hello Dami” you give him a side hug as you sit down “Hello Alfred”

“Hello young Master/Miss” Alfred greets you happily

“Hello sister. How was your first day at school?” Damian asks you blankly

“It was…good? I guess.”

“Well young Master/Miss prepare yourself since Master Dick is excited and he’s gonna ask you a bunch of questions when we get back to the manor” Alfred says

“Yeah i kinda imagined it”

Maybe a new school isnt that bad after all?

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A/N

Thanks for reading! I apologise if its not that good since its my first time writing a fanfic!

A special thanks for the person that requested this for me i hope you enjoyeed!

Requests are open!

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[michelle-is-writing]

Protector, Warren Worthington iii

Word Count: 4.5k~

I had been best friends with Warren ever since I met him.

Throughout our years in school, Warren and I had always stuck by each other's side. We hung out together, ate lunch with each other, and nearly forgot about all those people around us who would point out his wings to hurt him. It was like we were in our own little world, and in a way, we were.

We met in the second grade while our class was in the library. While looking for a book, I found Warren, huddled up behind a bookshelf in the elementary school library. He was red in the face and crying as he held his knees close to him. Instantly, I noticed his wings, of course - how could I not?

However, this didn't stop me from going up and asking him what was wrong. I can still remember the way his curls bounced against his scalp as he turned his attention away from his lap and up to me, quickly wiping away his tears to cover up his emotions. Despite being so young, he knew how to expertly do this as he pretended that nothing was wrong and he wasn't crying merely thirty seconds ago.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside him. I saw him tense up, his back straightening up as he laid his legs out in front of him instead of hugging them to his chest.

"Nothing," He instantly answered me, once again, pretending as if everything wasn't as it seemed.

Instead of saying anything more, I let the boldness I had as an eight-year-old takeover and pulled him into my arms, his figure becoming even tenser. Although, he didn't pull away, and instead, just stayed in that position until I spoke up.

"The kids are mean to me too," I told him, his breath catching in his throat. "And they shouldn't be because you seem pretty cool," I explained with a smile as he turned his eyes up to look at me again. "No one else here has wings, and they're really pretty."

From then on, we were practically inseparable. We weren't seen without each other, and despite bullies picking on us, we didn't let their words bother us. Even as we got older, nothing changed, and in spite of living in an expensive house with nearly triple the amount of space that my house was, Warren chose to stay at my place most nights. His parents didn't care about what he did, and my parents were more than happy to have him over.

When we reached high school, our friendship turned into an actual relationship between two lovebirds (no pun intended). Now we really were inseparable.

However, this changed one night when he went out to grab something from the store. I was sick, and needed medicine; so, being the thoughtful boyfriend he was, he decided he would go out and get some. I guess we underestimated how much mutants were hated in the area as Warren never came back.

Now it's been three months since he disappeared.

Every night since, I went searching for him, only to return to some hotel or hostel without him. I don't know what came over me tonight though. For all my life, I've always been told to avoid putting myself in dangerous settings, and yet, all of those lessons were cast away as I heard people screaming and hollering down an empty and dark alleyway while in Munich. My searching had taken me far away from home, but I wasn't going to stop until I found Warren.

Following the sounds of excitement and fury, I found a hidden door that led to what seemed to be a fighting ring. People surround the caged area, but I push through them, ignoring their waving arms with money held high. I stop at the metal fence separating the people from the ring, only to gasp in horror as my eyes fall over the white, fluffy wings I've loved for many years.

"Warren..." I hear his name being whispered through my lips, tears forming in my eyes as I look at his hurt and pained figure. Fighting for his life against another mutant, he spits blood from his mouth as he wipes away the blood forming on the cut across his cheek. The tattered t-shirt he wears, the same thing he wore the night he disappeared, barely hangs onto his shoulders by a few strips of fabric, the band emblem on the front no longer being recognizable. His arms have fresh bruises forming all along the skin while fading bruises covers the visible parts of torso. How the hell did he get here?

Too shocked to move, I watch as Warren throws a punch at the other mutant, only to hit the fence in front of him, the silver eliciting sparks as soon as Warren touches it. "Shit!" He yells while the blue mutant seemingly teleports to different parts of the cage, only to receive the same treatment as Warren did. Hearing his voice after so long makes me nearly choke on the air in my throat, the tears now falling freely. Seeing Warren makes me want to rip through the fence and save him, but seeing that the metal fence is electric, I can't simply do that.

Blinking the oncoming tears away, I glance in every corner of the underground hideaway and try to find something that might resemble a control panel. It isn't until I see a switch box on what seems to be a surveying floor that I begin running to it, successfully climbing up the steps to the higher level and stopping in front of it. Gazing back to the fighting ring, I see Warren shouting at the dodging mutant while people standing around the cage yell out vile words of hate and absolute greed.

"Warren!" I shout his name as loud as I can, placing my hand on the handle to the electrical switch. Instantly, his head darts toward the voice calling his name, every inch of his being relaxing once he sees me. I smile at him before nodding, his eyes following my hand as it begins pushing the handle downward. Just before the electricity goes out, I see Warren's dirty wings perk up just as the entire underground arena goes pitch black.

In the darkness, the people's screams die down while the clinging sound of the fence being ripped apart follows it. Mere seconds pass before I familiar arms wrap around me and tug me close to their body, Warren's wings flapping rapidly as he lifts us into the air and to the hidden door I entered through. Once we're outside, we quickly run as far as we can before stopping in another alley, far away from the other one.

As soon as we stop, Warren wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, his lips immediately attaching to mine in a fervent and much-needed kiss. His hand on my waist never falters in its hold on me, and instead, it squeezes the flesh there as if he were testing if I was real or not.

"I'm here," I tell him, sliding my hands down his face as endless tears fall from his cheeks and onto my hands. Staring into his tear-filled eyes, I can't help but cry tears of happiness as well. "I'm right here."

Nodding, Warren folds his wings behind him, slightly wincing at the pain of them conforming against his back. "Fucking hell," He mutters, placing his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. A few seconds pass of him just holding me before he kisses me once more. "I've missed you so fucking much."

Our sweet reunion is cut short by a black vehicle slamming on their brakes at the end of the alleyway. "Warren," I say his name, concerned at the sight in front of us. Warren turns around, only for his wings to burst out again, shielding me from seeing anything. Peeking under one of the long feathers, I see two men leave the vehicle before one of them points at Warren.

"That's him!" The man yells, "Get him!"

In an instant, Warren swings around and wraps his arms and wings around me, protecting me from the flurry of oncoming bullets. What appears to be eight shots sounds throughout the alley before the same car speeds off again as Warren begins to topple over. Was he shot?

Trying to catch him before he falls on his face, I wrap my arms around Warren and hold him up for a few seconds, only for his size to take over mine and fall to the side. Landing on his back with me on top of him, Warren waves his hand at me while shaking his head, his eyes shut. "I'm fine," He mutters, his voice now suddenly tired and drained.

Eyes wide and concerned, I turn him onto his side and look over him to see blood pouring from his wings. Between the layers of feathers, I find what seems to be four bullet wounds, causing me to practically lose it as the crimson liquid touches my hands. "No, no, no, no, no," I mutter uncontrollably as I place him onto his back. "Warren, Warren," I repeat his name, running my hand against the side of his face, his own blood smearing across his flawless cheek. "Warren, don't go to sleep!"

At my heartbroken plea, Warren opens his eyes, frowning at the sight of tears pouring from my eyes. "Don't cry, my love," He begs, his voice even weaker than before. He lifts a hand to my face, doing the same to me just as I had done to him. I quickly place my hand over his, holding it there as I feel the warmth in his skin begin slowly leaving it. "I... I love you..." He whispers, his eyes closing once again.

Just like a few seconds ago, I feel every ounce of sanity leave me as I watch the love of life wither away in front of me. "Warren, don't do this to me!" I shout, the tears now falling like a waterfall. I could barely manage not seeing him for the three hellish months when he was missing - I can't live the rest of my life without him.

"Warren!" I scream his name again, utter desperation being the only recognizable thing in my voice. Releasing a sob, I push my head against his chest and hear his still-beating heart. However, I know that if I don't get him to a hospital within the next few seconds, his heart won't continue beating like that. But what hospital will even help us?

"Ma'am?" I hear a woman's soft voice coming from the end of the alley, causing me to jerk my head up and see a blonde woman standing twenty feet away. Concerned, she walks closer to me before kneeling beside Warren and me, the knees of her pants becoming stained with his spilled blood on the alley ground. His wings are the first things that catch her focus, making me want to hold him closer.

"Please, don't hurt him," I beg her, my hand holding his hand a bit tighter. "He-he's a-" The woman cuts me off.

"He's a mutant," She points out, looking over at me. Still crying, I nod once, watching as a small smile appears on her face. Within a short second, the fair skin she once had transforms into blue flesh with darker blue scales, her eyes turning yellow and green while her hair changes into a much brighter orange/red.

"It's okay," She assures me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I am too, and I can help."

Her words, not to mention her sudden change of looks, shock me, but I nod at her, ready to do anything this woman says if it means saving Warren.

"Where's his family?" She asks me, her hand remaining on my shoulder as she kneels on the ground beside me.

"Me," I quickly answer her, tears still falling from my eyes. "I am his family."

"You're not a mutant," She points out, shaking her head with squinted eyes as she looks at me a bit confused. "And you care for him?"

"He's my best friend, the love of my life..." I answer her, my heart clenching as the words leave my lips. "Please, you have to help us!"

The woman nods, giving me a small, encouraging smile. "Kurt!" She abruptly yells, a teenage boy with blue skin and carvings appearing behind her with a blue puff of smoke following. I instantly recognize him as the other mutant in the pin with Warren earlier, and in spite of this, he doesn't try to get back at Warren while he's down.

Pulling his hand to get closer, she makes him get on our level before wrapping his arm around her and me. The stranger, Kurt, then wraps his other arm around Warren's almost lifeless body and tugs him a bit closer as well. "Get us all to the mansion nurse's ward - now!"

With the woman's last words, Kurt somehow does so, causing us to suddenly be in a nurse's station only a second later. This all confuses the living hell out of me, but with Kurt having a tail and red eyes, and not to mention blue skin like the lady, I don't know if I should be questioning the normalcy of anything at the moment.

Immediately, three scrubbed nurses rush up to where we are and pick Warren up from the ground. "He was shot, multiple times," The blue woman quickly explains, standing up from the ground. "He'll need blood, and you need to act quick."

Listening to her, the three nurses nod before taking an unconscious Warren back to what I could guess is surgery. Numb, I sit on the cold tile floor as I reach my blood-covered hands up to cross my arms and hold myself, my eyes stuck on the swinging doors that Warren was just carried through. Beside me is Kurt as he places a consoling hand on my shoulder, giving me a small smile.

"He vill be alright," Kurt assures me, his words helping me out a little. Giving him a small nod of my head, I take his held-out hand and stand up with him. "That is Raven, by the way," He adds as the woman from before moves to stand in front of me, taking my hand in hers despite it stained crimson.

"This is the Xavier mansion," She explains to me, "You're safe; we won't hurt you."

At her words, I nod. "I know," I tell her, giving her a small smile. "I trust you."

Smiling back at me, Mystique's eyes flicker behind me before her mouth slightly parts, her hand holding mine slightly faltering. "Who is this, Raven?" I hear a soft British voice speak up, causing me to slowly turn around and see a man in a wheelchair now in front of me. His eyes quickly catch my blood-covered hands and arms, shock taking over him. "Dear heavens, what happened to you, dear?"

I go to answer him, but my voice defeats me in doing so. Instead, Mystique speaks for me. "Charles, her and a fellow mutant were shot at in an alleyway when Kurt and I were passing by. He has wings, that's where most of the bullets hit him," She explains to him, "She has no ill will toward any of us - she just wants her boyfriend to survive."

A few seconds pass before the man, Charles, nods, staring at me with a frown. "I'm sorry to hear that, love," He tells me, giving me a single nod. "Raven, help her get cleaned up and fetch some fresh clothes for her as well," With that, Charles wheels himself out of the room and into the hallway where he enters the room at the end.

In a puff of blue smoke, Kurt leaves Mystique and me, letting us head to what I presume is her room where she wets a washcloth and begins rubbing the drying blood from my arms. "He will be alright," She tells me, saying Kurt's exact words from moments ago. "Trust me."

I nod at her words, but I can't believe them myself. What if Warren isn't okay? What if one of the bullets when through his spine and he's now paralyzed? I couldn't see all of his wounds so I don't know where they all hit him, minus the few I could see in his wings. What if the nurses and doctors can't do anything and he dies on the table? I can't bear to lose him - not again.

With my arms their original (s/c) color, I change into a pair of pajama pants and matching top with a school emblem given to me by Raven before walking with her to Charles' office. Stopping in front of his desk, Mystique and I watch as the man from earlier sits at his desk with his attention stuck on the novel stuck in his hands. However, it doesn't take long for him to notice our presence and put the book down with his glasses following.

"(Y/n), is it?" Charles asks me, turning his attention up to me. Surprised, I hesitantly nod as he speaks up once more. "No need to worry, dear," He assures me with a smile despite my caution. "I'm able to read minds and communicate through them as well," Charles further explains. "Raven and I were talking while she helped you with your arms and hands,"

"I understand you've been through a lot in the past hour, so I won't force you to talk about it," Charles tells me, making me let out a small sigh of relief. "But I am a bit concerned over the fact that you were in such a predicament that your partner was shot," Holding his hand out, Charles waits for me to place my hand in his. "I won't scour through your brain and look at everything you've ever seen or done - I just want to see what all transpired tonight."

Hesitating, I bite my lip in thought before shakily putting my hand in Charles, his touch being warm and welcoming. I feel as Charles does what he told me he would do, the images of the past month flashing before my eyes. Warren's disappearance, me finding him, and helping him get out are all shown before me like a home movie shot from my perspective. Because of this, I gasp a little, shocked at Charles' ability to do such a thing.

Slowly slipping his hand from mine, Charles' eyebrows furrow in thought before flashing his eyes up to mine, confusion written all over them. "You're a human with no powers or anything," He points out, slightly pausing in his words. "And yet, you've always loved a mutant?"

His words come out as a question, but to me, they're a true statement. I love Warren - I always have - and nothing about him will ever change that. "He's human just as I am," I tell Charles, giving him a small smile. "but, with wings," I further add, my smile growing sad as I lightly shrug. "How could I not love my angel?"

My words washing over him, Charles smiles back. "I like you," He tells me, Raven putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Your friend, I think he'll pull through. After all, he has a great incentive."

Because of Charles' words, I smile and give him a nod of thanks just as a question rises to my mind. "What... what is this place?" I ask, gesturing to the overall building. I know it has to be an establishment of some sort going by the built-in medical wing and wide hallways.

"This," Charles states, pointing his finger to the ceiling while his eyes remain on mine. "Is Xavier's a school for gifted youngsters," He informs me before nodding his head once. "This is a school specialized for children with mutations such as Warren, or Kurt, whom you met earlier."

Furrowing my eyebrows together, another question comes to mind. "Why have I never heard of this place before?" I ask, receiving a small smile.

"We're a relatively small school," Charles simply explains, "Ultimately, if your boyfriend would want to join, he could - now, you're not a mutant, but the unique and understanding attitude you give off, I'm sure we could work something out for you too."

His words make my cheeks turn pink in response to the compliment as I thank him, turning my eyes toward the ground as I try to fight the ever-growing smile on my lips. Just as I do this, I see Charles put a hand to his forehead as his eyebrows furrow before looking over at Mystique with a smile. "Raven, take her back to the medical ward," he tells the fiery-haired woman. "It seems that her friend was easily operable and now they're just waiting for him to wake up."

Almost immediately, I turn and follow Mystique out of the room with my pace just a little faster than hers. Soon enough, we walk through the doors and directly to the beds where only one of them is occupied, and the sleeping body in it is Warren's. The window behind him shines down on him with the bright and early morning sun highlighting his now washed and pure white wings that lie behind him. The sight is a complete contrast to what I saw only an hour ago with the almost black sky darkening everything around us and only emphasizing the dirt and grime that covered Warren's perfect wings.

"We told you he'd be okay," I hear Mystique's gentle voice beside me say, causing me to nod with an onrush of tears rising in my eyes. They were right, and my Warren is okay.

Moving closer to him, I sit beside Warren on the bed and take his hand in mine, his unconscious body unresponsive toward my touch and his perfect face never changing. "I'll let you two be alone," Mystique speaks up before doing as she says and walking back toward the door. Once I hear the swinging door shut, the tears residing in my eyes quickly fall over the barrier and down my face as I try to hold in my sobs.

When you love someone, you never want to see them in pain or hurting, and when they're laid up in a hospital bed with consciousness being a waiting game, it hurts you. It physically hurts you to the point where your chest feels heavy with dread, and your stomach feels sick with worry. It's terrible, and I wish there was something I could've done to protect Warren from getting shot.

"I'm so sorry," I sob, turning my eyes away from him and toward the floor. Raising my free hand to cover my mouth as the sobs tumble out, I don't notice Warren's hand gently squeezing mine until I feel the bed beneath me slightly moves.

Immediately looking back over to him, I see his eyes flutter open and quickly dart to me, confusion taking over his tired face as soon as he sees my crying form. "Why..." Warren slowly starts speaking, his voice raspy and scratchy with sleep. "Why are you crying, love?" He finishes his question, now trying to sit up.

"No, no, baby," I usher him to continue lying flat, moving to stand on my knee on the side of his bed before pushing his shoulders back down onto the mattress. Despite this, he still doesn't listen and moves to wrap his arms around me before pulling me fully onto the bed and holding me to his chest. Finally, Warren does lie back down, but in a matter of seconds, his wings are fluttering around me like any other time I'd be on top of him. My eyes quickly catch sight of the now bandaged wounds, and now that I get a better look, I see that there was one more bullet-wound than I initially thought. "Warren, your stitches!"

"It's okay, love," He sleepily responds, leaning his head back to look up at me with a happy face. "I'm so damn happy to see you," Warren confesses, his eyes gazing over me as if I were a precious gem.

If it weren't for the nurses cleaning the dirt from his face and body, I wouldn't have been able to assess the full damage the fighting ring did to him. Above his left eye is a healing bruise that covers a majority of the side of his forehead, and his bottom lip is split, making it swollen. On top of all of that, his green eyes are sunken in and practically taken over by dark circles.

Still, he continues staring at me, acting as if nothing is bothering him until a look of confusion fall over his face. "Now, are you going to tell me why you were crying?" Warren repeats his question from earlier, making me shake my head as more tears rise to my eyes.

"You almost died, Warren," I inform him, his face still unchanging. "I've been without you for three damn months, and the night I get you back, I almost lost you again - for good!" I add on, raising a hand to wipe away my fast-falling tears.

However, Warren beats me to it and places his hands against my cheeks where he gently holds me, his face now soft. I guess he hasn't assessed the severity of the situation. That, or he hasn't taken the time to fully realize that he has stitched-up bullet wounds adorning his wings.

"I'm sorry," Warren apologizes after a few seconds of silence. Despite expecting those two words, it still doesn't hit me any easier as I'm sobbing once again, this time, into Warren's chest.

Holding me close, Warren waits a few moments before moving his hands back to my face and turning me to look at him directly. As soon as he gets the chance, Warren places his rough lips on top of mine, the skin chapped from the harsh things he's been put through. Despite crying moments ago, my tears ultimately stop as I come to the realization of how much I've missed the feeling of Warren's lips on mine. Chapped or not, his lips are the pure definition of Heaven, and when they're on top of mine, it's like pure ecstasy.

Pulling away for air, I pant above Warren as he does the same, his hands now sliding down to grip my waist once again. "I love you," He tells me, "And I've missed you- God, how I've missed you," Warren adds, shaking his head as a small, almost unnoticeable tear falls down his cheek. "Each day was hell without you, and I can't be without you, not again."

Smiling at him, I lean down once more and peck his soft cheek before nuzzling my head next to his on the pillow, his hold on me never changing in the slightest. "You won't have to, Angel," I tell him, watching his lips quirk up in a smile at my nickname for him. Deciding on leaving the explanation of where we're at for later, I close my eyes alongside Warren and fall asleep, finally able to relax knowing he and I can be together with no one to stop or hurt us.

[scottsummersevents]

Another Secret Santa gift has appeared in this collection! Happy holidays, @acearcane! This one is for you!

Rating: Not Rated Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse) Relationship: Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III Characters: Scott Summers, Warren Worthington III, Bobby Drake, Hank McCoy, Jean Grey, Moira MacTaggert, Charles Xavier (mentioned), Emma Frost (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Friendship/Love, Holidays, Christmas, Romance, O5 Best 5, Coming Out, Coming of Age, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Warren Worthington III Deserves Happiness, Comfort, Internalized Homophobia, Fear of Coming Out, Falling In Love, Love Confessions Language: English Collections: Scott Summers Events Secret Santa 2024 Published: 2024-12-16 Words: 10,000 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: A Christmas night. A shattering of silence. Scott and Warren’s unspoken feelings surface, fragile and raw like a glass vase. Shifting memories slip through their fingers, like pulling a thread through time-twisting, and impossible to ignore.

[fan-stuff-and-things]

Thoughts On The New Kid

The new kid was weird as sin. An appropriate comparison, considering his appearance. Spade-tipped tail, yellow eyes, sharp teeth, he was as every bit a demon as Warren was an angel. Not at fucking all. Incredibly strange though. He didn't even try to hold onto his humanity. How much had he even started wi No! Bad Warren! Just because the kid looked like he'd lost a fight with a rabid woodchipper and had the attitude of a kicked dog didn't mean- actually, those weren't bad points. It definitely meant something. He leaned against the bars of his cage and observed. The kid let out a blissful sigh, tail flicking lazily as he lay in a sunbeam. He was on his back, arms flopped over his chest. His ratty toy was clutched under a wrist.

Masterpost

[emeraldkarma]

Guys! Help me!

The blue man has my soul in a choke hold, and he won't let go!

I heard that x men 97 was good right but I wasn't really into marvel because I was chilling with dc and superboy right? Well episode 5 came out and then this guy was all over tiktok and I was bewitched! But then I watched all of x men 97 and episode 6 didn't have him so- so-

I went looking for more kurt wagner content right? And stumbled apon x men evolution and gugs he was in the first episode I didn't stand a chance - and then I find out him and Rouge are siblings by adoption- but then I watched all of evolution in like a week and a half and still wanted more animated kurt content so I went looking into the other popular clip I say on tiktok and watched wolverine and the x men-

Guy's who was going to tell me that there was a bird man who looses his wings because his biggot of a father told the doctor too not bother trying to fix them!

And who pray tell was going to tell me about this?

Never would have put those two together but God they are cute for the two minutes we had them! Storm was so gentle with him and sweet!

Look at them!

And now I have my own version of the x men stuffed onto a Google drive that I don't know what to do with it! What do I do!

Guys help me I have other things to do then draw kurts adopted circus family!

[scottcyclopssummers]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III Characters: Scott Summers, Warren Worthington III, Bobby Drake, Hank McCoy Additional Tags: Healing, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Warren Worthington III Deserves Happiness, Scott Summers Needs A Hug, Love, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Language, Morning Cuddles, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Bisexual Scott Summers, Bisexual Warren Worthington III, Cuddling & Snuggling, Wrestling, Getting Together, Overstimulation, Suggestive Themes, Implied Sexual Content, Attraction, Falling In Love Series: Part 2 of Breakthrough

[platossoulmates]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse), X-Men '97 (Cartoon 2024)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Logan/Scott Summers, Jean Grey/Logan, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau/Rogue, Bobby Drake/Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee & Logan, Logan & Ororo Munroe, Jubilation Lee & Kurt Wagner

Characters: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Logan (X-Men), Ororo Munroe, Rogue (X-Men), Remy LeBeau, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Kitty Pryde, Kurt Wagner, Jubilation Lee, Bobby Drake, Warren Worthington III, Hank McCoy

Additional Tags: scogean, my beloveds, Polyamory, but like lowkey not discussed at all, like thats what theyre doing but not once does it occur like oh hey this is out of the ordinary, they just all wanna kiss idk what to tell you, Scott Summers-centric, Autistic Scott Summers, Parental Ororo Munroe, Parental Logan (X-Men), Vacation, bc these kids need a BREAK, Logan is a Softie (X-Men), Genosha (X-Men), Erik Lehnsherr Loves Charles Xavier, despite the fifty year situationship, POV Scott Summers, Jean Grey Lives, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, X-Men as One Big Mutant Family, kitty jubilee and kurt are best friends, thank you evolution you did ur big one with that, More tags to be added

Summary:

Scott, she says in his head.

He tries not to flinch. It’s so much more intimate, like this.

Can we talk about it?

Are you going to give me a choice?

_ Of course I am._

She reaches across the bed for his hand. Images of the three of them flash unbidden in his mind, and he sighs.

I don’t know what to say.

Sometimes doing is better.

Shouldn’t he… be here? Be involved? In this conversation?

That depends. She turns, and maneuvers him so that he is facing her on the bed. Do you know what you want, Scott?

I- his mind is racing too much to project a coherent thought. It’s just so… different, now.

Good different.

_Yeah. _

Tell me how you feel, Scott.

You know how I feel, Jean.

It would be unfair to bring him into this before you can even admit it.

He must grimace, because she reaches out to caress his face. Of course I want him. Even when all we did was fight over you, I wanted him.

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[earth-18104]

Summary:

Bobby never did anything out of ordinary. Never showed any sign that he might be different. When the world starts to change and new amazing things start to happen, he finds himself in the middle of a new conflict.

He's a mutant. And the world is changing. After his powers kick in, he has no choice but leave his old life behind and follow Professor Xavier to Graymalkin Lane, where he meets other people like him and train to protect other mutants from the evil of the world, side by side with his friends.

A of a novelization of the X-Men comics, following the Original X-Men from their formation, til the current days, based on my Earth-18104 timeline.

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Hozier Wrote This Better But Y'all Are Stuck With Me

Summary: Kurt hasn't really been around in years, especially not around Warren. Maybe he regrets the life he's chosen, but he can't think about that over the sight of wings and some new religion he's found again. Also they're trans if that tickles anyone's fancy.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner/Warren Worthington III

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Rec: Put Your Mouth Where Your Money Is by rebelwriter6561

Title: Put Your Mouth Where Your Money Is Author: rebelwriter6561 Canon: X-Men (Filmverse) Pairing: Kurt Wagner/Warren Worthington III Rating: Mature [R] Word Count: 9,015 Summary: Kurt and Warren have a talk about true love and first times. It all goes downhill from there.

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[scottsummersevents]

Well, it's definitely been a hot minute since our last official post for the Scott Summers Bingo, but holidays and life and stresses have kept us hopping (or hiding if we had half a second to breathe), so we haven't done as many updates as we should have. We had all the posts from the Secret Santa (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/ss_secretsanta_23), but our usual Round-Ups sort of fell by the wayside. That said, we have not forgotten our guy and his bingo, and we've had some bingo posts since the last one. Also we haven't capped off the Round 1 for this bingo yet, so if you like Scott/Logan and haven't signed up yet and think you might be interested, check out our FAQ/Rules (https://scoganbingo.tumblr.com/post/728946030219018240/faqs-and-rules), and then pop over here to sign up (https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1N2jc2vhBD_yeMFRiKevPNlwe_9jpVh29jsao9nZGikk/viewform?edit_requested=true). We have a Discord as well, so if you're 18+, hop on in (https://discord.gg/6RjVpJe4A5) and say hi. And while you're doing that, check out these amazing fics!

Title: “Here, At The End of All Things” Author: Cerylid Card #: SSB 007 B5 - Trapped between realities Pairing: Scott/Logan (X-Men Comicverse) Rating: T Warnings/Tags: Touch-starved, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Resurrection, Suicidal Thoughts, Grief/Mourning, Scott Summers Needs A Hug, Trauma, Uncanny X-Men (2018) Wolverine and Cyclops, Alternative Universe - Slight Canon Divergence Summary: The other X-Men have vanished, and a newly-resurrected Scott has called out their enemies to face him at the remains of the School, determined to take as many of them with him as he can. He didn't expect Logan to show up and help. He didn't expect to survive. And he certainly didn't expect Logan to stay and look after him afterwards. Word Count: 3248 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50118301

Title: I Have Doubts, Sometimes, Of Being Real Author: endlesstwanted Card #: SSB-011 Square Filled: O3 — “Through the storm, we reach the shore/you give it all but I want more” Pairing: Logan/Scott Summers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Post-X2: X-Men United (2003), Past Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Dreams and Nightmares Summary: Months after the events in Alkali Lake, Scott wakes up from a nightmare to find Logan at the usually empty side of the bed. Word Count: 878 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51335404

Title: The Getaway Author: scottxlogan Card #: SSB-001 Square Filled: O2: Caught in the Rain Pairing: Scott Summers/Tony Stark Rating: Mature Warnings/Tags: Meet-Cute, Angst and Romance, Drama & Romance, Sexual Content, Vacation, out in the rain, Forbidden Love, Light Angst, Exploration, Minor Jean Grey/Scott Summers Summary: After the rest of the original five on the X-Men team have taken off to find their path in life outside of the school Scott decides it's time to take a journey of his own to Venice where fate puts him in Tony Stark's orbit and sparks fly. What can it mean to the future moving forward for Scott? Word Count: 4721 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51626764

Title: Fifth Times the Charm Author: Cerylid Card: SSC-007 Square Filled/Prompt: (G1 - Party Adoptable replacement) - "Celebrating New Year Somewhere Big and Fancy" Pairing: Scott/Logan Rating: G Tags/Warnings: Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Scott is Scott, Logan is a Softie (X-Men) Summary: Scott Summers has been trying to ask Logan to the New Year party for a couple of weeks, but it keeps going wrong. When he finally gets the chance, can he overcome he fears to find out if Logan feels the same? Word Count: 2161 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53115751

Title: Long Nights Author: Cerylid Card: SSB-007 Square Filled/Prompt: (G5) - "Mission Gone Wrong" Pairing: Scott/Logan Rating: M Tags/Warnings: 5+1 Things, Missions, Only One Bed, Pool & Billiards, Grief/Mourning, Hurt Scott Summers, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Scott Summers Needs A Hug, Protective Logan (X-Men), Grumpy Logan (X-Men), Making Out, Intimacy Summary: Five long nights that Logan found difficult... and one long night he didn't. Word Count: 3791 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53116726

Title: New Beginnings Author: Cerylid Card: SSB-007 Square Filled/Prompt:(O2) - "Beach" Pairing: Scott/Logan Rating: G Tags/Warnings: Krakoa Era (X-Men), Developing Relationship, Intimacy, Making Out, Resurrection Summary: Mother Mold has been destroyed, and the whole of the new mutant nation of Krakoa has been celebrating. Everything has changed, everything is new, and maybe it’s the chance for new beginnings. Word Count: 1475 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53556145

Title: Resolution Author: Cerylid Card: SSB 007 Square Filled/Prompt: (B5) - "I told you so" Pairing: Scott/Logan Rating: E Tags/Warnings: Scott Summers Needs A Hug, Logan is a Softie (X-Men), Sexual Content, telepathic trauma, Not Jean Grey Friendly Summary: After a bitter argument with his ex, Scott is rescued from his doubts by Logan. Word Count: 2474 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53440141

Title: The Muse: Chapter 5 Author: scottxlogan Card #: SSB-001 Square Filled: G3: "Honey I bought your favorites from the bakery." Pairing: Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: (look up) Summary: Scott and Steve's quiet morning together is filled with poignant reminders of the past leading up to a heated conversation after an uninvited guest provokes something unexpected in their relationship. Word Count: Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48674320/chapters/135397045

Title of Fill: Inspiration: The Muse (Chapter 2) Author: scottxlogan Card #: NSFW Card #2 Square Filled: Summers Splash Mini-Event Sex Manual (with photos) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48674320/chapters/122960221 Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Light Bondage, Blindfolds, tied-up Scott Summers, Sexual Content, Rope Bondage, Sub Scott Summers, Artist Steve Rogers, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Past Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Age Difference, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secret Crush, Awkward Crush, Art, Gay Bobby Drake, Scott Summers & Bobby Drake friendship, Rimming, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Light Spanking, Sexual exploration, Sex Toys, Self-Discovery Summary: Scott weighs out his options after Steve offers him a thrilling proposal. While Scott considers his decision, Scott finds himself leaning towards a path to self-discovery and sexual explorations only to learn that he doesn't have a clue where to start. After Scott has an outing with Bobby, Steve decides it's time to teach Scott a few things about the world of pleasure.   Word Count: 16635

Title: The perfect shot Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Artists --- Steve Rogers, Bobby Drake --- Exhibitionism Pairing: Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings: light BDSM Summary: "Don't come yet," Steve reminded Scott sternly, and Scott was pretty sure, if he was to survive this morning, he would strangle his boyfriend in his sleep. Word Count: 2073 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49075156/chapters/123811438

Title: The vault that is your mind Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Heist --- Bucky Barnes --- Against the wall Pairing: Scott Summers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: light BDSM Summary: In which a heist goes wrong for Scott and Bucky and they find some intriguing ways to kill time before the rescue. Word Count: 4704 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50296798

Title: Now that we've lost the moon Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Friends with benefits --- Logan --- Hurt/Comfort Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Logan comforts Scott after rescuing him in the aftermath of the last Hellfire Gala. Word Count: 3153 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50297170

Title: Feel the rhythm Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Musicians --- Remy LeBeau--- Spanking Pairing: Scott Summers/Remy LeBeau Rating: Explicit Summary: In which, after a failed gig at the Mutant High prom, Scott punishes Remy for fucking up in the most delicious way possible. Word Count: 4116 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50297422

Title: Cupcakes and Gunfire Author: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-002 Square Filled: NSFW Card #1 Square 5: Wedding Ring Pairing: Scott Summers/Bucky Barnes Rating: M Warnings: Swearing, homophobia, fight and a little blood, blow job, implied sex Summary: The X-Men, Avengers, and S.H.I.E.L.D. team up to bring in a Hydra problem that has somehow managed to go even more extreme than Hydra's usual villainy. The mission required a mutant, and that happened to be Scott Summers, and Bucky to go in undercover as newlyweds, and for Scott to reveal himself to be a visible mutant at the right moment. Of course, they'll have plenty of back-up, but until that moment, and even after, the two unlikely partners will find it very easy to play their parts. Until it's no longer just acting. Word Count: 16,840 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49728154

Title: Luxury of freedom Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | University AU --- Warren Worthington III --- Outdoors Pairing: Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Warren invites Scott to a luxury trip on a family yacht for spring break. They find ways to kill the time. Word Count: 4320 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50297809

Title: Hooked on a pirate Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Mutual pining --- Kurt Wagner --- Role-Playing, Spanking, Outdoors Pairing: Scott Summers/Kurt Wagner Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Kurt comes back to the X-Men just in time to stop Scott from going to Alkali Lake and the two of them discover, they have a lot more to in common than a shitty family background. Word Count: 7781 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50298247

Title: Just say I do Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Accidental marriage --- Tony Stark --- Praise kink, Mirror, Temperature play Pairing: Scott Summers/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Tony and Scott accidentally get married and decide to consummate said marriage while they're at it. Word Count: 5390 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50298580

Title: The things I do for you Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Road trip --- Sam Wilson --- Toys, Edging, Spanking, Make up sex, Dirty talk Pairing: Scott Summers/Sam Wilson Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott and Sam go on a road trip for their first holiday together and Scott hates every second of it until he doesn't. Word Count: 4835 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50298865

Title: Quivering in anticipation Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Camping trip --- Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff --- Dom/Sub, Toys, Restrained, Edging, Switch, Outdoors, Threesome/Group Pairing: Scott Summers/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott, Clint and Natasha are on a stakeout together and find many creative ways to pass the time. Word Count: 7915 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50299399

Title: Can't turn you loose now Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Friends to lovers --- Ororo Munroe --- Hurt/Comfort, Bubble bath Pairing: Scott Summers/Ororo Munroe Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Ororo comforts Scott after Scott has lost Jean to Logan for good, and they find out together that this separation might actually have been for the best. Word Count: 6937 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50300194

Title: The lengths I'd go for you Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Age difference (no minors) --- Thor --- Toys, Daddy kink, Spanking Pairing: Scott Summers/Thor Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott gets to make a wish after winning a bet against Thor, and some creative use of hammers is happening. Word Count: 4766 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50300755

Title: A variant of happiness Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Time travel --- Logan --- Kissing Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan (movieverse) Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott gets stopped by a variant of Logan and by Wade before he can encounter Jean at Alkali Lake and is given a new chance at life. Word Count: 6102 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50301169

[fan-stuff-and-things]

Clipping Wings

One generally took a bird to the vet to clip their wings. It was a relatively simple affair, only needing one or two people to hold them by hand. Hale and Greta's pets were a little too big for that. Raptor gave a slow blink and head shake indicative that the dosage had taken effect. Hale called him over. Upon getting a mere head loll of a response -expected and not something he was about to punish- Hale entered the cage. The hood slipped over Raptor's eyes before he clipped the cable to the harness. He gave the eldest pet a scratch under the jaw before cuffing his wrists together. A quiet moment passed and Raptor gave a thin whine. He knew something was wrong, but not what. Not yet. Hale had to work fast. He retrieved the already assembled rig from the other room. It was too heavy to move without the wheels which locked once he got it into position. Another set of clamps slotted against the door frame for added security. Hale threaded Raptor's cables into the reel. The machine whirred to life. Raptor screeched and scrabbled, finally understanding what was going on. It didn't matter how much he fought, how many feathers scattered when he flapped. Hale would obviously prefer it to be none, he'd rather his pets not stress about regular maintenance. Raptor had resisted all attempts to ease the experience. At a certain level, one couldn't help an animal who refused to cooperate. Once Raptor's chest was pressed snugly against the ventral brace he attached the dorsal cable, feeding it to the reel and bringing the mutant to his knees. After that, it was up to Hale to work from the inside out. The shoulder joint could only move so much. With the clamp guided and locked, he simply moved onto the elbow and wrist. The clamps were vicious, industrial looking things. If one didn't know any better you could mistake the bulky metal rig for a torture device. Raptor certainly shrieked like he was in one. Hale considered the usual question of whether to silence him. He'd already pulled Blue's privacy curtain closed. The cub had ears though, and he didn't want to upset the little guy. Not to mention Bandit, who hadn't heard Raptor's complaining before. At the same time, Raptor should be able to safely express himself. Screaming wasn't pleasant, but it didn't involve violence. They had to encourage that kind of communication. Decisions, decisions. In the end, Blue's whimpers at Raptor's wrist clamping shrieks tipped the scale. Birdy got a beak full of bit. He still tried to scream his heart out, getting some impressive sound despite the muting. Hale shushed him, stroking down the back of his head. "There, there. This will aaaall be over soon. No pain, remember?" His wings still flexed and shook in their restraints. It wouldn't interfere. Hale picked up the clippers and got to work, humming a soothing tune.

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[scottxlogan]

All in a Kiss

Summary: A journey into five times kisses changed Scott's life through the years and the one time when a kiss turned Logan's world around in all the right ways.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60982681.

This story was written for the @marvelrarepairbingo​ and @scoganbingo

Characters: Scott Summers, Logan (X-Men), Bobby Drake, Warren Worthington III, Hank McCoy, Jean Grey, Alex Summers, Katherine Summers

Pairings: Logan/Scott Summers, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Bobby Drake/Scott Summers, Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III, Hank McCoy/Scott Summers, Bobby Drake/Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III

Notes: This story follows Scott's journey through the years on the road to an eventual romance with Logan after experiencing a few highs and lows with others along the way.

1

The first time Scott Summers kissed someone he wasn’t sure what he was doing or if he was doing it right. Not that kissing had been first on his mind at nine years old, but after he’d sat with his mom watching a few of her favorite soap operas during the day, he found himself observing the frequency at which the people on the television were doing it, wondering what the big deal was and why they kept doing it so often. At the time he’d seen it, he and Alex had been sitting there on the floor, playing with Alex’s Transformers toys and exchanging the more mechanical parts to build the ultimate Transformer. So entrenched with what was happening, Scott could remember himself reaching for one of the bright red toys, wanting to stake his claim on it to complete his collection before Alex did, but before he could claim his prize, he heard his mother let out a soft sniffle and a quiet sob prompting him to turn away from the activity with his brother to see his mother with glistening eyes and a smile upon her lips despite her tears.

“Wait here,” Scott whispered to Alex offering up the toy he’d been set to claim as his own. 

Once he was convinced that Alex was satisfied with the offering, Scott pulled himself up off the floor, making his way over to the couch to quietly sit beside his mother. He observed her in silence, discovering that she hadn’t noticed him in his approach. Instead, she continued to watch the screen in front of her where two actors were holding onto one another, pledging bold words of love and affection before embracing and kissing in ways that Scott had spotted his parents doing a few times in his young life. Still, the longer they did it, the more Katherine Summers smiled, welcoming the distraction from the real world long enough to take an hour out of the day to lose herself to the storytelling. It was enough to perk Scott’s interest as he noticed a tear rolling down his mother’s cheek despite her smile.

“Mommy,” Scott spoke up gently, reaching out to squeeze his tiny fingers against his mother’s hand, “are you sad?”

“Oh no honey,” Katherine was quick to reply realizing that Scott was at her side, holding her hand in his attempt at supporting her, offering up his own means of comfort before angling his head up to search her tear-filled eyes behind heavy concern, “I’m not sad at all.”

“Then why are you crying?” Scott asked innocently, wanting to understand why it was that the people kissing on the television had driven his mother to tears.

“Because I’m happy,” Katherine answered, bringing her arm around his shoulders and encouraging him to scoot in closer to her so that they could watch the show together, “Sometimes when adults are happy, they cry happy tears.”

“Why?” Scott questioned in confusion.

“Because it feels nice to show emotion when you care about something,” Katherine offered up before reaching out to muss the top of his dark hair, “When something makes you feel like smiling that’s wonderful, but sometimes it makes you so happy that you have tears too.”

“Tears don’t seem happy to me,” Scott’s puzzled expression turned to the television where the two actors were spewing flowery, romantic words at one another in front of a group of other actors where the woman was in white and the man at her side was pledging his undying devotion, “Do they make you happy?”

“Not necessarily them, but love makes me happy,” Katherine explained squeezing at her son’s shoulders again to encourage him to cuddle in closer to her, “When people are in love and find that kind of joy, it’s worth celebrating.”

“But they’re actors,” Scott pointed out matter of fact thinking about the things his father had often said about the shows his mother had put on television, “Actors aren’t in love with each other.”

“No, most aren’t, but here these are characters who have found their way against the odds into each other’s arms with the hopes of happily ever after in front of them. All starting with a kiss much like that,” Katherine went on to explain, offering her point of view on the joys of romance and how the best feelings in the world started with finding a special person in your life to share it with, much like she’d done with Scott’s father. 

Love, as she explained it to him, was that moment when everything felt so much bigger and brighter, better than what it was when you were on your own. Something to be cherished and treasured because once you found it, everything that was wrong felt right and it all fell into place somehow leaving you stronger than you were without it. It was a beautiful sentiment, Scott had realized as he listened to his mother’s talk of love and happiness and the possibility that everyone had someone special out there meant for only them, who would make their life better in ways that Scott, himself, couldn’t even begin to imagine at such a young age and it all began with a kiss.

A kiss, Scott thought to himself as he found himself struggling to comprehend how one act could hold so much power. How it could change someone so completely and make them as happy as his parents had been together in finding that one thing that made them even better than they were alone. So obsessed with the idea, Scott continued to watch those shows with his mother each day, observing the way that the actors on the screen would demonstrate the power of a kiss. In each story they told, it only strengthened the importance of the kiss, no matter how many ups and downs the characters on the screen had faced. It was, if Scott was honest, an intriguing thought, one that he picked apart inside his head over and over again, wondering just what the hype was about. 

Still, knowing the power the kiss held, Scott found himself on the edge of the playground a few weeks later staring into the big blue eyes of the girl in his class who pulled him aside to share a secret with him away from the others. He wasn’t sure why she did it, but he had grudgingly followed along, silently following her instruction until they were standing beside the water fountain, looking at each other in ways that left Scott wondering just what it was she was wanting to say to him.

“I think you’re cute Summers,” she snorted before slapping her short, rounded fingertips to her cheek and offering up a pinched laugh.

“I, um…think you’re cute too,” Scott replied uneasy and uncertain. He shuffled on his feet and swallowed down a breath, not quite convinced he was saying the right thing, but as she reached for his hand and squeezed at his fingers, Scott took it as a positive sign.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” she asked behind another giggle that this time made Scott blush all the way into his ears.

“Sure,” Scott answered behind a sheepish grin, “okay.”

“Great, then we should probably kiss now,” she suggested behind a braces-filled smile, encouraging Scott to remember his mother’s talks about kissing someone making life better.

Knowing it was an idea he was still skeptical about, but eager to test in theory, Scott dutifully obliged his new ‘girlfriend’s’ request, leaning in to kiss the best he knew how. Taking cues from what he’d seen on television, he did his best to look well-practiced, leaning in closer and offering a peck on the lips that lasted all but two seconds before the girl before him was socking him in the jaw and sending him to the ground behind a snort of laughter surrounded by all her friends staring down at a bewildered Scott laid flat out on his butt on the cement and blinking up at her in confusion.

“Eeewww dork. You didn’t think I was serious, did you?” she threw her dark-hair back behind her shoulders and pointed her finger at him, “I wouldn’t want you as my boyfriend nerd. You’re icky and don’t have the first clue how to kiss.”

“Yeah,” all her friends shouted in a chorus of laughter poking fun at Scott and making him feel even more miserable than he’d been before he’d taken his shot at kissing the girl in his class.

If he’d allowed himself to think about it, he would’ve let himself drown in misery, falling deeper into that dark place he’d often found himself retreating to on those nights when his parents weren’t getting along with one another. He could remember them well when he and Alex were supposed to be asleep, but he was always aware listening when his mom would talk to his dad about the way things weren’t going as they’d planned together. They were always arguing about where his dad would take them next, but as Scott was tucked in his blankets he would think about his mom’s words, remembering that she believed in the power of a kiss making things better in ways that after Scott’s first shot he believed couldn’t be true.

That day after school he’d rushed home, lost in a sea of humiliation after the class made fun of him, cracking jokes about how much of a loser he was after the girl told everyone about how bad Scott was at kissing. It was devastating and made Scott sick to his stomach, bypassing saying hello to his mom when he returned home, not wanting to be caught up in the pain of it all in knowing he’d failed at kissing too. He was so caught up in his head behind humiliated tears that he didn’t hear the faint footsteps of his mother’s approach. It wasn’t until he felt the soft, soothing press of her fingers against his shoulder that Scott twisted around on the bed to see her worried expression.

“I hate love,” Scott had blurted out behind his first taste of a broken heart, “Kissing someone doesn’t make you feel better. It makes you feel so much worse, and I never want to do it again. I hate kissing and I hate love. I’m never going to fall in love.”

“Oh Scott,” she reached out to take him in her arms hoping to soothe his tears over the stupid girl who’d wrecked his day and pulled him further from the notion of ever offering that part of himself to anyone else again, “One day you won’t feel that way.”

“Yes, I will. I don’t want to kiss anyone ever again,” Scott had vowed in his stubborn struggle to protect his heart, knowing that from that moment on whatever power a kiss held, it wouldn’t hold power over him ever again.

2

Scott had been staring up at the stars, remembering what the sky looked like back in Alaska years after the color was taken from him. At Xavier’s school life was different, something of a mystery to him after his time isolated in the orphanage had taken him down a new path, reaching for a purpose after he’d lost his parents and Alex, destined to spend his life alone. He’d been so lost inside himself until that day he’d arrived at Xavier’s and found himself looking at a beautiful girl who’d caused something in him to awaken again, opening the door to something that Scott himself hadn’t anticipated when he’d walked out of the nightmare he’d been living in to work his way into Xavier’s world now tasked with the importance of being team leader. It was a lot to take for young kids, but for Scott he was more than ready to find reason and purpose, eager to find his way into something wonderful that went beyond the meaningless existence he had on his own.

“I chose you to lead this team for a reason Scott. Don’t let me down,” Xavier had explained to him early on, bringing Scott to a new sense of meaning in his life. 

With the responsibility came the promise of something bigger and brighter, something that could finally send him down the right path feeling complete in ways he hadn’t been before. It was something he needed more than he could say—a responsibility that he would take seriously. No matter where the new position would take him, he would be a leader first and that would be the driving force towards a better life. He could give his all to dedicating himself to being the guy that Xavier had wanted him to be no matter what the cost. He’d thought it over. Weighed out the pros and cons and found a path to take that he was certain he could remain on.

That is until he saw her. Jean. The one girl that brought Scott back to thinking about those talks with his mother about love and kissing. Sure, Scott hadn’t wanted to consider all those things when he’d been locked inside that nightmare orphanage, but once he’d met her, that all changed. He knew that it was a long shot with her being so amazing and Scott being just one of the guys who’d taken a liking to her. He knew that compared to the others he didn’t stand a chance—didn’t know how to make himself known and stand out among the guys. Sure, he was team leader, but he wasn’t nearly as smart as Hank, as handsome as Warren, or even as funny as Bobby was, yet more than anything Scott wanted to get closer to her. He’d been hoping to find a way in and once he did, he’d been planning to get it right. Working down to the last detail to find his way to reach her heart in ways none of the others did, which for Scott started with learning how to kiss properly.

Kissing was something he was nervous about after that epic first failure and he’d convinced himself he wouldn’t go there a second time. He couldn’t bring himself to that place where Jean laughed in his face and knocked him down all over again for a poor performance after he’d wanted so much to find his way to reach her, which was why after months of extensive research, Scott felt brave enough to write her a letter and a poem expressing his interest in her and asking her to meet him later that night in the gardens after class was over.

Now standing in the center of the hedge maze at the school with a single, red rose in his fingers, Scott could feel his heart racing in anticipation, his body filled with hope that this wouldn’t send him crashing and burning down the wrong road destined to be alone. In the distance he heard footsteps, drawing in closer and out from within the moonlight as Scott anticipated discovering Jean’s smiling face staring back at him offering him the shot that he feared he’d never have gotten had he not been brave enough to send her the letter to begin with.

“Jean?” Scott spoke her name through the whispers of the wind all around him, waiting behind bated breath for her to emerge from the hedge maze and say that she, too, felt the same.

So caught up in his nervousness, Scott squeezed his fingers tighter around the stem of the rose and realized he’d picked his finger on a thorn. It caused him to wince and look down to see the trickle of blood on his finger before the familiar voice touched his ears prompting him to look up again.

“Scott,” Hank’s voice caught Scott off guard as he looked up to discover his friend stepping out of the darkness, facing Scott down in the moonlight behind a weary expression and heavy steps that weren’t anything like Jean’s.

“Hank, what are you doing here?” Scott questioned searching over Hank’s shoulder to see if Jean was right behind him, making her way to the moment that Scott was convinced his friend would now shatter in his presence, “I didn’t think you’d be awake and…”

“You’re waiting for Jean,” Hank’s words hit Scott with a heavy heart, bringing to life the one fear that Scott wasn’t quite ready to hear in his solemn approach, “but she’s not coming.”

“Wh—why not?” Scott asked pushing his finger into the rose again as pain shot through where he’d cut himself, driving the thorn into the wound again, “How did you know I was waiting for her?”

“Because I found this in the trash earlier,” Hank reached into his pocket and pulled out the crumpled-up letter that Scott had penned for Jean, complete with the poem he’d written for her alone. As Hank held it out to Scott in the moonlight, Scott’s heart sank further as it was clear that Jean had shunned his affection.

“She threw it away?” Scott choked on the words, broken by the thought of Jean laughing at him and thinking him to be a fool in his approach, “Why would she do that?”

“She didn’t throw it away,” Hank gently offered the letter and the poem to Scott as he bridged the distance between them, “Warren found it after you tucked it underneath her door. He was with her after class ready to invite her to go to a movie with him. When he noticed it, he picked it up before she could see it and threw it in the trash.”

“Why would he do that?” Scott felt as if the wind had been knocked out of his chest on hearing his friend’s words.

“Because he likes her too Scott and when people like someone, they sometimes do horrible things to people they feel stand in their way,” Hank’s fingers stretched out to squeeze at Scott’s, offering a gentle comfort to the pain Scott felt in their exchange, “It isn’t right, but jealousy makes people do cruel things my friend.”

“But I worked so hard to give this to her,” Scott bit down on his bottom lip to hide the quivering that overtook him in thinking about Jean and Warren out together while he waited like a fool in the garden.

“She would’ve liked it Scott and I still think you should give it to her,” Hank suggested behind a patient voice, his words much calmer than Scott had ever anticipated from his friend who’d often taken to giving him a hard time in the past, “The poem is beautiful. Did you write it yourself?”

Silently Scott nodded before considering the sentiment he put into it. Knowing that he couldn’t offer Jean what Warren could, Scott realized that it was a mistake. A dumb one that he couldn’t believe he’d almost let ruin the dynamics of the team. Now taking back his letter and his note, he found himself fighting the urge to tear it to pieces, wanting to bury himself far from the situation and drown in his humiliation before Hank reached out to him once again.

“It was lovely Scott. I never knew you had those words in you,” Hank continued to explain leading Scott to imagine his friend would take to teasing him or telling the others about his foolish attempt at winning Jean’s heart, “You have a gift.”

“No I don’t,” Scott shuffled his feet on the gravel before looking to the maze’s pathway wishing like hell that Jean had been the one to read his words and find her way to Scott, but instead she was with Warren and Hank was there seeing Scott broken and on the verge of tears, unable to hold back on the hurt that carried over him.

“You do,” Hank maintained stretching his fingers out and catching the single tear that slipped past Scott’s cheek in his quiet approach, “and anyone would be lucky to have you saying those things to them.”

“Hank, you don’t have to say that just to make me feel better. I know that I’m a joke to everyone here because I’m not cool like Bobby, smart like you or even suave like Warren. I’m just the guy that everyone loves to get mad at because I’m always uptight and doing what Xavier asked me to do in bringing this team together and…” Scott began behind a choked sob, unable to hold back on the frustration he was feeling as the old hurt of making the wrong decision with the girl he liked came rushing forward to his mind.

Suddenly he felt like that kid back in class in Alaska that had become the joke of the school, putting himself out there only to be shot down by someone who hadn’t thought much of him to begin with. It was humiliating, making him wonder how he was going to face down the others after Warren had seen his poem and his letter before trashing it.

“I don’t think that way about you,” Hank’s thick fingers stretched out across Scott’s cheek, encouraging Scott to look up at him and see the truth behind Hanks eyes, “I thought it was very heartfelt and encouraging. Very articulate and tender, much like you are.”

“Hank, I…” Scott opened his mouth to say something, anything to free himself from the humiliation he was convinced that followed, but instead of being teased or goaded by his friend, he was met by the soft press of Hank’s fingertips edging closer to Scott’s hairline, bridging the distance between them until Hank was a breath away from his lips, gazing into Scott’s visor behind a quiet smile.

“Is this okay?” Hank questioned causing Scott’s breath to catch in his throat as his heart did flipflops wondering how it was he hadn’t noticed the warmth of Hank’s smile or the twinkle in his eyes. Hank’s fingers slid deeper into Scott’s hair, silently nudging Scott to angle his chin up and encourage Hank to inch in closer yet with lips hovering just above Scott’s underneath the moonlight.

“Yeah,” Scott answered breathlessly wondering what it was that prompted him to arch up higher, putting all his research to the test in pressing his soft, full lips against his friend’s waiting mouth, knowing that it was nowhere near what he’d imagined with Jean, yet somehow it felt right.

At first taste, Scott felt as if he was soaring, pushing up higher on his toes until his arm was slinked around Hank’s broad shoulder, encouraging Hank to step in closer with their mouths linked together. The kiss was slow and tender, patient and gentle prompting Scott to part his lips and invite Hank to taste his tongue, reaching that place inside of Scott that was bristling with sensation and eagerness. He was suddenly transfixed by the notion of what they were doing, lost in the idea of kissing his best friend until somewhere in the darkness they parted breathless and panting, shaken by the notion of what they were doing.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so very long,” Hank divulged pressing his forehead against Scott’s, allowing their kiss to linger between them until Scott was reaching for Hank’s cheek and encouraging Hank to kiss him again with more passion behind the taste.

“Feels nice,” Scott hummed as his arms surrounded Hank beneath the stars, dragging Hank down with him onto the blanket near the picnic basket he’d prepared for him and Jean knowing that it wasn’t how Scott had planned the night going, but it was a good start to something magical between two friends who’d been set on different paths before chance had brought them together underneath the stars.

3

“I don’t want to hear it Warren,” Scott threw his hands up in the air, stomping out of the Danger Room after he had more than his fill of his impossible teammate who had worked double time to sabotage any potential for Scott and Jean’s budding romance with one another.

“Too bad because you’re going to hear it anyway,” Warren called out after Scott chasing him out into the courtyard after Scott had burst through the doors of the X-Mansion determined to get some air and space between him and his impossible teammate.

It had been six months since Warren had taken to tossing Scott’s letter in the trash, using it as an advantage to work his way into Jean’s life and bring her into his arms. The memory had been crushing, but what had been worse was the way that after Scott and Hank had found a way to salvage the night, the next morning Hank had pulled immediately away from Scott, nervous and uneasy about crossing the line into making out with Scott in ways that Hank feared their friendship wouldn’t recover from. For Scott, the night had been an eye-opener leading Scott to question the way kissing Hank had made him feel, but much to his disappointment and dismay, Hank had suggested that they forget it ever happened because being friends first was more important.

Sure, deep down Scott knew it made sense to keep it that way and if he hadn’t been so down and out, he might’ve agreed, but now still stung from the refusal and hating the way that life seemed to spiral out of control in the aftermath made him even more sour at the situation that all began when Warren tossed Scott’s letter to Jean in the trash.

“Scotty come on,” Warren pleaded chasing after Scott deeper into the gardens and further from what they’d left behind in the school, “You can’t be mad at me forever.”

“Can’t I?” Scott stopped moving long enough to spin around and place his hands on his hips to glare at Warren behind his glasses, “You stole my letter to Jean and…”

“I kept you from humiliating yourself,” Warren defended his deplorable actions, “I did what was necessary to keep you from making a fool of yourself and…”

“No, you did it so you could have Jean for yourself because it’s always been a competition for you,” Scott scoffed in response, unable to ignore just how beautiful Warren was and always had been. It made sense why Jean had chosen to go out with him as Warren was truly an adonis, perfect and wonderful in ways that Scott had never been, “You couldn’t just let me be happy with her.”

“Neither one of us are happy with her now that she’s going out with Hank,” Warren was quick to remind Scott behind a scowl that unfortunately still had him looking hotter than he did before when he’d been trying to tackle Scott in the Danger Room.

And yeah, that whole new twist with Jean and Hank seeing each other sucked. Hard. Harder than Scott imagined it would after Hank had not-so-subtly encouraged Scott to keep their night of making out a secret between them, shared only with the night after it could prompt them to face problems moving forward with the team. Not that Scott could argue that point, but there was something almost hurtful in the way that Hank’s interest in Scott had somehow shifted in Jean’s direction after he’d worked to build Scott up towards Jean to begin with.

“It isn’t any of our business,” Scott scoffed remembering that he couldn’t control what Jean did and who she did it with.

Turning around Scott prepared to walk away from yet another fight with Warren, but before he could, he felt the press of fingers into his arm, dragging him back to the one person he was convinced he didn’t even want to look at no matter how beautiful he may be.

“Maybe it isn’t, but at the same time do either one of us really want to be with her that bad Scotty?” Warren questioned encouraging Scott to turn around and face him again.

“I did,” Scott replied weakly twisting around to see those beautiful eyes staring back at him, looking over at Scott in ways that Scott had observed Warren watching Jean, revealing something that in all of his time with the team Scott hadn’t witnessed before in his friend-turned-rival-turned-friend when the mood hit, “I wanted to see what it was like to be with her.”

“Not what you’d imagine it would be,” Warren replied stepping in closer to Scott. His lips smacked together as his eyes darted down to where Scott’s mouth was parted in anger, huffing out a shortened breath and revealing his frustration in the situation at hand, “You’re too good for her Scott.”

“Right,” Scott snapped out of whatever daze he was in only long enough to pull out of Warren’s embrace. He rolled his eyes behind his visor, spinning around to walk away only to hear Warren’s voice chase after him.

“You’re too good for Hank too,” Warren offered up causing Scott to stop moving dead in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” Scott looked over his shoulder to where Warren was still standing there over by the water fountain watching and waiting to gauge Scott’s reaction to what he’d said.

“You’re too good for both of them,” Warren explained moving in closer to where Scott was, “And I’ll be the first to admit that you’re too good for me as well, but it never stopped me from wondering what it was that Hank was able to have that night when I was out with Jean.”

“He told you that we…” Scott’s cheeks grew hot with betrayal remembering the ways that Hank had sworn him to secrecy about the kisses they’d shared underneath the stars.

“Of course he did. Hank and I don’t keep secrets from one another,” Warren shrugged matter of fact before giving Scott a complete once over, “Didn’t ever feel the need to with us working as partners most of the time in our drills and workouts. Just didn’t think that he’d be the one who was brave enough to beat the rest of us to it.”

“To what?” Scott asked wearily behind a nervous shift on his feet.

“To kiss you,” Warren smiled back at him, cool as ever as he stretched his fingers out to splash at the water from the water fountain and sent the spray out into the night between them, “We’ve all talked about doing it, but none of us were brave enough to give it a try until Hank found the letter I threw away. Said there was something about it that made him want to take that chance at kissing you that night and when you kissed him back…”

“He asked me not to tell anyone about that. Why would he tell you?” Scott questioned defensively.

“Because it was too good not to share,” Warren shrugged before leaning in closer to Scott, “and if you let me kiss you too, then I promise it can be our little secret.”

“What?” Scott’s jaw dropped with shock and surprise, “You want to kiss me?”

“Almost as long as I’ve been wanting to kiss Jean,” Warren added behind a slight tip of his head and that same remarkable smile that made Scott want to punch the guy every time he offered it to Jean. Now, however, it was in Scott’s direction for entirely different reasons causing Scott to swallow down hard and wonder how in the world he hadn’t seen the way that Warren was flirting with him up until now.

“I…I don’t believe you,” Scott answered wearily, “Not after everything you did to keep Jean and I from being together. You like Jean so you just want to make a fool of me and…”

“I like Jean sure, but I like you more,” Warren leaned in closer yet, daring Scott to defy him behind a confident grin and a stretch of his finger against Scott’s hand, “Always have from the beginning.”

“I didn’t know that you…” Scott was quick to respond, ready to let out all the reasoning why he hadn’t anticipated that Warren would even consider someone like Scott interesting enough to pursue, yet somehow there he was smiling back at Scott and offering up a different angle to their rivalry with one another.

“I’m not the one with Jean tonight, now, am I?” Warren arched a suggestive brow before reaching out to touch Scott’s cheek and encouraging Scott to welcome the caress, “If I wanted to be, I could be, but right now I’m here with you. Wanting to see where this takes us.”

“This is crazy,” Scott responded, yet somehow, he was falling into the moment, stepping in closer until after months of silently cursing Warren, Scott was savoring the heat and hint of spice on Warren’s lips, driving Scott to an entirely different distraction than the one he’d found in Hank.

Unlike Hank’s kiss, Warren’s was strong and determined, bold in ways that Scott was fighting to catch up on, sinking his fingers into that luscious blonde hair to encourage Warren to keep doing what he was doing. It was hot and intense, something that Scott imagined rivaled those shows his mother used to watch as the heat simmering between them had taken them from their Danger Room battle to Warren’s kisses leaving Scott’s lips in favor of reaching down to taste over the spot on Scott’s neck that he soon learned drove him wild with desire.

With clenched fingers over Warren’s left shoulder and his other hand buried deep in that soft, perfect tousled blonde hair, Scott was opening himself deeper to the kiss, wanting to walk away, but finding that the only thing that felt right was returning the passion and allowing it to awaken something inside of him that he hadn’t felt since that night with Hank in the garden. It was in that memory that Scott was quick to break away from the kiss, knowing that his burning cheeks would give him away, but somehow when Scott retreated, he found that Warren was panting too and looking as equally flustered as Scott was.

“Scotty…” Warren spoke his name, too broken by what they’d shared to do anything, but move in closer and reach for Scott again.

“We can’t keep kissing like this,” Scott mouthed behind a nervous plea, “This isn’t what you want.”

“How can you say that?” Warren questioned, wounded by Scott’s suggestion. He lowered his hands to his sides and frowned, appearing far more vulnerable underneath the fading light of the day about to leave them, “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t mean it.”

“But you hate me…” Scott replied, unable to pull his thoughts together long enough to speak coherent words, “You told me yourself that…”

“I’ve never hated you, Scott. I care very deeply for you,” Warren’s words were unexpected, but a slow comfort to Scott, who was now moving in closer to his friend, wondering just what angle he was trying to work over Scott, “Always have.”

“Then why did you go after Jean?” Scott asked behind a wounded expression, “If you liked me why didn’t you just tell me instead of throwing my letter away and making fun of me like you did?”

“Because I was jealous,” Warren looked away and frowned, “Not only of the time you spent with Jean, but of the time she spent with you. All of us like Jean and I guess all of us like you too, so I figured if I flirted with Jean, then you’d get upset and find a reason to come yell at me and…”

“That’s stupid,” Scott scoffed in response, unable to hold back on the words when Warren let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, it is,” Warren wholly agreed, “but it’s the truth. I like you, Scott.”

“No, you don’t,” Scott argued.

“Yes, I do and if you give me the chance to prove it to you, I’d like to show you that Jean’s not the only one who would want to have you as a boyfriend,” Warren maintained behind a shy grin, offering up a change in his demeanor when he reached for Scott’s fingers in his. He raised Scott’s hand to his lips offering a chaste kiss before stepping in closer to where Scott was, “If you’d be willing to give me a shot at it after all.”

“Warren, I…I don’t know what to say,” Scott stammered at Warren’s words. It was at that moment Scott realized his cheeks were flushed and his heart was racing in ways it hadn’t since that night he’d spent in the garden kissing Hank. 

Sure, maybe it was the last thing Scott anticipated, yet somehow despite his concerns and doubts, he was stepping in closer to where Warren was. Scott began angling his head just enough to take in the faint heat of Warren’s breath upon his lips, sliding closer to Scott’s now eager mouth, parting in anticipation and ready to take the fall into the unknown. So entrenched in his thoughts, Scott didn’t think to protest to what was happening when Warren’s lips were suddenly over his again, kissing Scott as if every word he had spoken was truth—as if he hadn’t spent all that time teasing Scott and leading Scott to believe that they were forever destined to be romantic rivals for Jean’s attention. Instead, they were sharing in a moment, hungry and wild, free from all the expectations they’d carried about the other until a sound from the far end of the courtyard caused Scott to withdraw from the welcome kiss.

“Scott? Warren?” Bobby’s wounded words were accompanied by the devastation that was etched over his typically cheerful face through the moonlight all around them.

Suddenly it was then that Scott’s thoughts had him retreating from Warren, focusing instead on his friend, who’d confessed to Scott the crush he’d harbored for Warren months earlier. It was in those secret talks that Scott had learned about Bobby’s attraction to Warren and the anguish Bobby felt in not being able to share those feelings with their teammate who Bobby had deemed out of his reach. At the time Scott had offered his shoulder and an ear to listen to Bobby’s unrequited feelings for Warren, doing what he could to boost Bobby up until in that moment Scott felt like a hypocrite being caught kissing the object of Bobby’s affection after knowing how much Bobby liked Warren.

“Bobby?” Warren turned around to face Bobby behind an oblivious expression, not having any clue of Bobby’s crush on him, yet somehow for Scott it felt like the worst possible thing to have done in kissing Warren and having the taste of Warren on his tongue, “What are you doing out here?”

“I’ve got to go,” Bobby pointed aimlessly in the opposite direction, unable to fight the tears that Scott readily recognized glistening behind his eyes after witnessing the betrayal on Scott’s end.

“Bobby…wait,” Scott stepped forward ready to chase off after his friend before Warren’s fingers were sliding around Scott’s wrist, attempting to pull Scott back into his arms after Bobby’s strange retreat.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Warren shrugged, ever so clueless to the obvious as it was happening in front of them, “Whatever’s bugging him I’m sure he’ll sort it out when…”

“Not like this,” Scott looked over his shoulder at Warren, remembering all the words Warren had said to Scott before Bobby’s arrival, yet somehow, they felt like even further proof of what a terrible friend Scott was when he pulled himself free of Warren’s grasp and offered up an apologetic look, “I have to go talk to him.”

“But Scott we were just…” Warren called out to Scott, but the damage had been done and Scott had already set off to ease his friend’s pain.

In Scott’s retreat he could hear Warren calling his name again, offering Scott the opportunity to return to what they’d started, but knowing how wrong it was to betray his friend in kissing Warren, Scott continued to seek out Bobby, knowing full well that he’d find Bobby down by the boathouse slumped down on the docks and skipping stones across the water with disappointment rolling over his body.

“Bobby,” Scott spoke his friend’s name in his quiet approach, hating that he’d let things go so far with Warren before Bobby’s arrival. Sure, Scott had felt the spark of something between him and Warren—something he was still trying to decipher, but Scott refused to overthink it now that he was making his way over to the dock and clumsily taking a seat beside Bobby, who was still skipping rocks across the water’s surface, “hey…”

“Go away Scott,” Bobby’s face was facing forward, his words cool and distanced in ways that Scott hadn’t been used to with his friend, yet somehow the hurt was evident. It broke Scott’s heart to see his friend in pain, especially knowing that he’d been the source of it without trying to be.

“No, you shouldn’t be alone right now,” Scott maintained reaching out to touch his fingers over Bobby’s hand resting on the docks. Almost as soon as their hands touched, Bobby’s palm turned to ice effectively freezing out Scott’s gentle grip.

“Shouldn’t you be with Warren?” Bobby’s voice was even colder, his words harsh in ways that Scott hadn’t been prepared to face after he’d messed up.

“Bobby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that we were going to kiss like that,” Scott offered up a weak apology watching as Bobby tossed another rock across the water’s surface, not bothering to look at Scott as tears rolled down his cheek, “Hey, Bobby I’m sorry that…”

“Do you like him?” Bobby questioned twisting around to face Scott fully and deliver the full picture of the heartbreak Bobby was facing in seeing Scott and Warren kissing each other.

“No,” Scott was quick to answer only to receive a roll of his eyes from Bobby, who had clearly been around watching them longer than Scott had considered when Bobby had made his presence known, “yes, I…I don’t know. It all happened so fast that…”

“What’s wrong with me Scott?” Bobby questioned behind a small whimper looking away again and leaning in closer to the water. With a heavy breath upon his lips, Bobby leaned forward touching the water and freezing the pond in front of him before speaking up in a weak, vulnerable voice, “I don’t get it. I always thought that I didn’t stand a shot with Warren because he didn’t like guys. He wasn’t someone who felt like I did, but then when I saw him kissing you…”

“It was a mistake Bobby,” Scott found the courage to reach out and touch Bobby’s shoulder. This time Bobby didn’t turn away from the touch, but rather leaned into it as his tears came out harder than before making the once happy go lucky boy that Scott was dear friends with appear far from what Scott had known of his friend, “I shouldn’t have done it.”

“No, of course you should have. Warren’s beautiful and kissing him is something I would’ve done if I had the chance to, so why wouldn’t you do the same?” Bobby asked, turning his focus from the water to Scott. He bit down on his bottom lip, fighting to stifle the whimper that rolled up from the back of his throat in feeling foolish over being on the outside of what he’d wanted with Warren, “You’re beautiful too so it only makes sense that he would notice you and…”

“It was a mistake,” Scott repeated, suddenly feeling that there was a deeper truth in his words. Without thinking about it, Scott reached out to touch Bobby’s cheek and swiped at the tear that was rolling across his now damp skin, “because I knew better. I knew that you liked Warren.”

“And he likes you,” Bobby reminded Scott behind a shivering exhale, “which is something I’m going to have to get used to because clearly you like him too and…”

“Sure, I like him, but not like I like you,” Scott answered behind an earnest expression pushing the tear from Bobby’s cheek before leaning in closer to embrace his friend, “You’re one of my best friends and I’m not going to risk what we have together by kissing Warren again if it means I lose you.”

“Stop, you don’t have to do that Scott,” Bobby curled his arms around Scott to return the embrace, caught up in a wave of emotion when everything that was weighing in upon him appeared to take hold of all that Bobby was in the moment, “I knew it was silly to have a crush on him—or anyone for that matter considering what a dork I am and…”

“You’re not a dork. Far from it,” Scott leaned back to see the way that Bobby’s face was clouded by pain and the rejection he’d felt not only from his family, but the world around him in holding onto his secret in his sexuality. Brushing at Bobby’s cheek to wipe at another tear, Scott shifted gears on the conversation offering up an awkward laugh and a curl of his thumb underneath Bobby’s chin to lift Bobby’s eyes up to his, “I’m the dork here. Let’s be fair on this one.”

“Yeah, you are,” Bobby joked before a small laugh spilled over his lips spreading a surprisingly warm contrast against the cool of his skin in Scott’s grasp, “but that doesn’t make you any less cute and clearly Warren sees that.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever accused me of being cute before,” Scott laughed lightly unable to allow the amusement and awkwardness to pull him to a different kind of discomfort looking back at his disheartened friend behind a soft smile, “Though it’s kind of nice hearing it from you. Kind of cute too.”

“Oh please,” Bobby swatted at Scott’s shoulder and shook away from Scott’s touch, “don’t try to butter me up in telling me I’m cute.”

“But you are cute Bobby,” Scott spoke up earnestly as heat rose in his cheeks with the admission, “I always thought you were cute.”

“Yeah right,” Bobby snorted with laughter before shaking his head with a heavy sigh leaving Scott to realize the weight of the blow Bobby had been delivered tonight in seeing Warren kissing Scott. It was the last thing Scott had wanted for his friend, but now as Bobby was half smiling at him and reaching out to punch at Scott’s shoulder lightly, Bobby let out an almost disappointed sound, “Now you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Maybe, but it’s true,” Scott swallowed down a breath and offered up a crumb of truth behind his mind’s rampantly running thoughts, “You’re cute Bobby and funny and anyone would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend.”

“Yeah right,” Bobby laughed lightly, unable to accept Scott’s words as truth until Scott touched Bobby’s cheek and urged Bobby to look at him again.

“I mean it Bobby. You’re really special,” Scott explained leaning in closer to push his thumbs against Bobby’s cheeks. He held Bobby’s face in his hands, cupping Bobby’s cool skin and coaxing Bobby to see the truth behind Scott’s expression and eyes guarded behind his ruby tinted lenses, “There’s no one else like you out there.”

“Yeah and you better not forget it,” Bobby joked behind a smile, momentarily forgetting his sadness until somewhere between the worst and the slide of Scott’s fingers across Bobby’s cheeks pushing into Bobby’s hair the two were coming closer together, sharing in a series of uneasy breaths until Scott did the unthinkable and closed the distance between them with the beginnings of a timid, gentle kiss shared between them.

At first Scott found himself wanting to comfort Bobby, to prove to his friend that Bobby was just as desirable as Warren was. It was there behind his intention in the soft, subtle sweep of their lips together, slow and exploratory offering up a contrast between the heat of Scott’s nervousness and the cool sensations rolling over Scott’s tongue in that moment he eased it between Bobby’s now parted lips to taste his friend in ways he hadn’t considered before the situation with Warren. 

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best way to approach things, Scott rationalized as the fusion of Warren and Bobby on his tongue had brought about a whole new series of sensations with Scott, awakening a part of him that had been dormant for so very long until that night when Hank had taken to kissing Scott. Sure, Scott had always liked Jean and wanted to explore the possibility of what if with the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about, but now kissing Bobby and feeling Bobby give himself in return to the kiss, Scott realized that Jean was the furthest thing from his mind.

Scott’s fingers were buried in Bobby’s hair, coaxing Bobby to lean back until Scott was stretched out over his friend, falling between Bobby’s now parted legs to stretch out over Bobby and kiss him in ways that they’d never considered before that night. With Bobby’s arms draped around Scott’s shoulders, their kiss only grew and intensified going beyond Scott’s earlier intention to something that had Scott’s skin flushed and eager, knowing that this was probably the place in time where he should stop altogether, but somehow, Scott kept going. Kept kissing Bobby over and over again under the stars until the sound of footsteps pulled them apart, panting and fearful of being found out by anyone else in their heavy kissing. Sure, it wasn’t at all what Scott had planned on, but now as he angled his head up to see Warren emerging from the trees with a wide grin on his face and his eyes filled with possibilities that none of them had considered before the night, Scott knew that everything had changed.

“Maybe I approached this the wrong way earlier,” Warren’s voice was almost apologetic. His eyes shifted from Scott to Bobby unbothered by what he saw before him as Warren was reaching for the buttons on his shirt, opening a couple of them before walking over to the dock and taking a seat beside where Scott and Bobby were stretched out together. He looked to the frozen over pond before regarding his two teammates again, “I guess skinny dipping is out of the question tonight, huh Bobby?”

“Sorry,” was all Bobby could manage to get out as Scott sat upright putting a distance between them that had all three guys seated together caught up in a tense moment of awareness until Warren’s outstretched hands were positioned with one on Scott’s shoulder and the other on Bobby’s before he smiled at both guys as if he’d been struck by inspiration.

“Maybe we could try kissing instead for kicks,” Warren suggested bringing his hand up and off Bobby’s shoulder before leaning in towards the younger teammate with a sultry smirk and an eager expression on his face, “What do you say Bobby? Are you in?”

“Sure,” Bobby’s eyes shifted to Scott for a brief pleading moment, silently conveying the curiosity that had fueled Bobby’s crush on their beautiful teammate, “What do you say Scott? Are you in?”

“Sure, but only for tonight,” Scott finally nodded in response wanting more than anything to make his friend happy as Warren touched Bobby’s cheek, urging Bobby to meet his soft, supple lips in a deliberate, sensual sweep bringing with the kiss an invitation for Bobby to explore his hidden feelings for Warren until the two parted breathlessly and turned towards Scott, inviting him to discover just what it was about his team that had him reaching out for more, letting go of all this expectations of what the future had in store for him all by sharing in kisses that he was convinced he hadn’t been meant to explore. However, as Scott took his time kissing Bobby then Warren then back to Bobby again, Scott told himself that this would be the only time he’d get caught up in this game of falling into temptation with his friends, citing it would be bad for the team if they continued down this path together knowing the damage that it could cause if they weren’t careful. However, for the night Scott convinced himself that this would be a one-time deal—something that they’d never speak of again and with that thought in mind, Scott let go of his inhibitions long enough to simultaneously make out with his two friends under the stars in an experience he was certain he’d never forget.

4

The world all around Scott was bursting apart at the seams, causing him to question where he was and what he was doing when life as he knew it came crashing down around him. He was surrounded by the flames and the fire, longing to keep his grip on Jean in his arms, but he knew she was slipping away. Her words were fading out as the Phoenix was taking her past the point of no return, stealing their joy with the way it invaded her body, taking her out of his life and into the place where they’d reached the end of the dream shared between them. He was losing her and he knew that, but with all that he was he wanted to hold on—to keep her in his arms until the bitter end fighting against the inevitable until finally he felt her words against his lips serving as a reminder of how far they’d come with one another.

“I love you, Scott. Don’t ever forget how much,” Jean’s whispers buzzed against his lips causing Scott to hold on tighter, refusing to accept that fate could play such a cruel, horrible twist on him after he’d found everything he’d ever longed for in his life. 

Jean was his world. His everything. His sun and moon and everything that he hadn’t known he’d needed until they’d finally cut the games between them and found their way to love in each other’s arms. It was everything that Scott had ever desired to hold in his heart, years after his teenage crush had sent him in all sorts of directions working to figure it out until he and Jean were in the right place to finally savor what it meant to be together and in love. To experience the one thing that Scott had felt was just beyond his reach in his awkward youth long before they’d come full circle to the place where they’d needed each other more than anything. She was deep in his mind and his heart, always serving as the voice inside of his head guiding him to be the best he could be with her influence. She was his everything and as he felt her slipping away, he was consumed with dread and fear accompanied by an inconsolable grief that had him reaching for places that he knew he would never be able to touch once this battle was over.

To win the war Jean would have to make the ultimate sacrifice, leaving his life to save the world and the others around her. To beat the Phoenix she must pull away, turning away from all the promises they’d made for the future and their life together to be a hero even if came at the price of everything they’d built together.

“I love you Jean,” Scott responded against the voice in his head crying out and begging to her that there had to be another way. That somehow, they could still win the fight without it costing them everything.

“I’ll always be with you Scott. No matter where we are,” Jean’s promise filled his mind and spread warmth across his skin in her attempt to soothe his fears over the unknown, “I love you.”

“Jean,” Scott wanted to scream out, to beg her to stay, but before he could show his weakness and crumble to the emotion he’d kept under lock and key, he merely pulled her in closer, keeping her against his chest as their lips came together one last time. He knew then that it was almost over—that everything he’d ever longed to hold onto in his life was soon leaving him in the worst possible way, yet somehow, he’d fought to savor the moment. To breathe her in and taste her life on his tongue, keeping him close to her until the end when she marked him deep down to his soul, causing his knees to buckle and his body to shake as he crumbled to the ground.

“Jean no!” Scott shouted out against his instincts, reaching out to her when she was beyond his grasp. Her face was surrounded by light, her body rising above the clouds and as her eyes found his through the flames one last time, he knew that this was it. The one thing he’d always have with him after the taste of her on his lips faded out forever.

“I’ll always be with you Scott,” Jean’s promise echoed in his mind as she faded out of this world, leaving his life with a huge, impossible void that Scott was convinced would be forever tainted by her memory and marked by emptiness in ways that left him remembering the way that love had wrecked him and shattered his heart in losing his dream come true as the price to pay for saving the world around them.

“Scott,” Scott could vaguely hear another voice calling out to him, attempting to pull him out of harm’s way, but with the memory of Jean’s kiss and the lingering light that remained after she was gone, Scott finally let go of his control, crumbling to the ground and realizing that the only thing that a kiss could do was leave him broken and shattered and longing for something that he knew would be forever lost from his life moving forward.

5

The first time Scott kissed Logan he hadn’t been expecting it. It was rough and wild. Frantic in ways that Scott was entirely unprepared for, yet somehow in the height of his grieving and anguish after Jean was ripped out of his life in her sacrifice, it proved to be everything Scott needed. It was without tenderness, guided by the one emotion the two former rivals could bring to the table when hurt and misery had taken them from old feuds to bonding over the one thing that they’d both been without.

They’d both lost her. Both knowing what it was like to experience her light in their lives, driving them to extremes and on the outside of each other in the worst of ways after she’d wanted to bring out the best in them both. Where anger once reined there was now bitter anguish and tormented tears, taking them outside of the roles they’d fought to maintain in her absence to something far more complex—albeit filled with confusion with Logan’s fingers entrenched in Scott’s hair, working to consume him with that one kiss that sparked it all in a night when both had found their way to reaching rock bottom.

It all started with an exchange of words—heated and angry, but not nearly meant in the way that they’d come out after the two had clashed together in the middle of a Danger Room simulation that Scott had set up for himself long before Logan’s arrival. Scott had been barely going through the motions, working to muster up the strength to keep pretending and fighting the demons that plagued his dreams when Jean’s face was continually fading out of his life. He was so lost inside himself that he’d wanted nothing more than to hurt—to feel anything but the pain of losing her wrecking him completely. So immersed in trying to destroy himself through the simulation, he hadn’t been aware of Logan’s presence until Logan was up on him hoping to pull Scott out of his misery to listen to reason—to stop beating himself up over what he lost, but it never turned out to be what Logan was aiming for. Instead, they’d picked up where the simulation left off, sparring with one another after Scott threw the first punch into Logan’s jaw looking to goad Logan into reacting. Everything that followed erupted into a wildfire. Out of control and frantic in ways that left Scott feeling out of his rigid restraint and into a place where all he could do was react and fall into instinct. 

Through it all Scott could hear the warning bells going off in his mind, taking him to the darkest places in his soul with the burn of Logan’s hair against his cheek. His nails were scratching down the length of Logan’s spine, coaxing the kiss to continue. Their mouths were melded together in combination with the way that Logan’s rough, gripping fingers tore at Scott’s clothing with claws out and cutting them from Scott’s body with skilled precision. Much like a surgeon, Logan kept his restraint in ways Scott couldn’t ignore, carefully working against the urgency had Scott pinned against the Danger Room floor, panting and pleading knowing that he was about to cross a line he could never come back from. It was during that night that they’d ravished each other on the Danger Room floor that Scott experienced a whole new world of lovemaking that opened his mind to pleasures he’d yet to know before Logan had entered his life. Yes, Logan hadn’t been his first, but Scott was convinced that after the way they’d worked to tear each other to pieces on the cold metal floor the night would leave him forever changed. Bound to the man who’d caused his toes to curl and his back to arch with pleasure with each deep, unforgiving thrust, whose teasing nips and thorough licks over all the places Scott had ignored in Jean’s absence had Scott’s caged thoughts spiraling out of control, twisted in the lust spinning from deep within his body in ways that were meant to make him forget—to leave him begging and pleading for that one thing that had always been beyond Scott’s reach. 

It was nothing short of ecstasy and it began with an angry forbidden kiss that had taken Scott’s mind and body in a new direction stretched out on the Danger Room floor and gasping for breath, gripping onto Logan’s shoulders and squeezing his legs around Logan’s body fearing that he would crumble completely if he let go. A voice in his mind was coaxing him to do just that, but with his face buried in Logan’s shoulder and his heart racing wildly in his chest, Scott merely held on tighter letting out a tiny, sobbing sound when pleasure rocked over him in hard, unforgiving waves taking him from overthinking to that place where he felt every sensation upon his salt-slick skin. Through it all Scott was fighting to keep from crumbling completely until somewhere behind his tears Logan was rolling onto his back, taking Scott over his chest and whispering soothing, welcome words that Scott was convinced he hadn’t deserved. 

Scott knew he was broken, shattered in ways that only Logan could understand given their connection to one another, yet somehow even after their bodies had come together in their grief, Scott was left feeling as though he was holding onto something that was just beyond his reach. Something destined to be lost from his life once he finally invited it into his heart. Perhaps that was why a few hours later after they’d fallen to sleep in Logan’s room, caught up in each other on the center of Logan’s bed that Scott had been quick to slide out of Logan’s warm sheets, carefully tiptoeing out of the memory of the night that had stirred up something inside of him that Scott was convinced would be the key to his demise and undoing wrecking him completely all because he wasn’t strong enough to avoid falling into a kiss with someone Scott feared one day he would have to do without. Just the thought shook him to the core, causing him to remember the way Jean had often teased him about Logan—not so gently nudging Scott to give into what he wanted—into what he secretly craved, yet somehow after Scott had experienced a taste of it, he knew there was no turning back, which meant his only option was to shut it out before it became something Scott would be forced under terms that weren’t his own to live without.

“I’m sorry Logan,” Scott paused only long enough outside Logan’s room to touch Logan’s door before he stepped away from the memory of the night with Logan with a heavy heart and fear behind his actions forcing him to do the last thing he wanted to do, “but it’s better this way for all of us if I do this now before it hurts too much later.”

Logan

Love had always been a bitch as far as Logan was concerned. It was nothing but a dead-end road to nowhere that Logan was convinced he could do without. Yet somehow, he’d always found his way back to that painful place where he was on the outside looking in, waiting for something that was always out of his reach. He’d come close to it many times only to ultimately lose the war, fighting the battle to the bitter end until love left him worse for wear and swearing it off every time it rolled around again. Every time it ended it left him stung in ways that he knew were aging him faster than time had done. There were so many that had touched his heart—so many special people that had entered his life before Summers had done so, but none that influenced him as greatly as Scott. No other who held Logan up to a higher standard or challenged him to be more than he’d always been before they’d met.

Logan had been a loner—a man forever destined to outlive the world around him, unable to reach for the one thing that others could claim if only for the short time their existence on this world had offered. They could love and learn together, growing old and sharing in something that Logan almost envied after the many times he’d lost someone who’d meant his everything. First there was Rose and later Mariko followed by a string of so many others Logan had held close to his heart. Each time he’d allowed himself to let go and reveal that part of him that the Wolverine couldn’t share freely. Each ill-fated romance pulling him a touch closer, but still leaving him empty and hating the aftermath of what had followed lost and alone in the fog, fighting to break out of the haze that followed him like a dark cloud of death in experiencing such a profound loss from his life.

For so long Logan believed he was jinxed. Forever cursed to walk this world alone with anyone that mattered out of this world and out of his life leading him to the life of a loner—afraid to open himself to the idea of companionship or real love in his life. He’d accepted his bitter fate by gritting his teeth and throwing up his middle claw at anyone who dared bring about the idea of Logan softening his cold heart and working his way to feeling again. As far as Logan was concerned his days of flirtations and anything beyond a fleeting one-night stand were more than he’d wanted to deal with. It was the last thing he decided to get immersed in as it was easier on the outside of love, yet somehow it hadn’t brought him any less pain in pushing others away. 

Then when Logan had been at rock bottom and looking to escape there was Jean. The woman he’d convinced himself could’ve been meant for him if she hadn’t already been shacked up with the most ridiculously strait-laced boy scout with the most perfect cheekbones and plump, perfect lips that Logan had ever seen. Slim was the biggest pain in the ass as far as Logan was concerned, yet somehow that hadn’t stopped Logan from paying attention to Scott’s role as the team leader or taking note of that pert, perky ass, that Logan was convinced was so ridiculously tight that it kept Scott with an almost permanent scowl over his lips. Sure, Scott was wound up to the point that Logan had wondered what it would take to break him, but Logan had never anticipated experiencing it truly happening until the point when Jeanie was gone and it brought Scott and Logan into a place where they could no longer hide behind the truth in what was really behind all the tension between them.

It was the last thing Logan planned on letting happen that night when he’d stepped into the Danger Room set on talking to Scott, but sure as ever it happened, and it had been remarkable. It began with a kiss—one that Logan wasn’t quite sure landed like he’d imagined it would. Time and time again he’d thought about it, but when it was happening Logan knew he was all over the place, hurting for Scott and wanting to stop the pain, working double time to ignore his own wounded heart in trying to bring Scott back from the darkness by creating something that was far more dangerous between them. The sex had been wild and animalistic, revealing a side to Summers that, if Logan was honest, was far too welcome and greatly unexpected from the man that the others would often make light-hearted jokes about in passing. Far too often Logan had taken the words of Scott’s original teammates with a grain of salt, pretending not to listen to the comments that Hank, Warren and Bobby made about Scott and the surprises he was full of. Still, when the time arrived Logan hadn’t at all been prepared for the intensity and fire behind the man who’d Logan had one shamefully underestimated and perhaps undervalued when he was clinging to his crush on Jean to ignore the simultaneous crush he had on Scott. 

Doing that had been a HUGE mistake as that night in the Danger Room had opened Logan’s eyes to far more than an intense physical sparring match that ended with simultaneously earth-shattering orgasms, but rather it opened the door for Logan to let love in after having swearing it out of his life forever. It was the last thing Logan wanted, yet somehow that night had changed him. Had awakened that need in Logan to protect and comfort Scott—to find a way to be everything that his fallen leader had needed until that morning when Logan woke up alone in his bed and fighting the urge to chase down his bedmate and tear him apart limb for limb.

Okay, so sure anger probably wasn’t the appropriate reaction, but despite Logan’s instincts to approach Scott and goad him into a physical sparring match he never gave into it. Didn’t even bother to follow Scott back to his room or chase him down later in the halls in the hopes of coaxing Scott to return. Instead, Logan maintained his distance, observing Scott from afar and fighting against the way he felt in knowing that sex with Scott hadn’t at all been about mourning Jean. Sure, her death might’ve been a catalyst and an opening for them to fall into each other’s arms, but it wasn’t why Logan had done it. It wasn’t at all what had led Logan to kissing the dip on Scott’s shoulder and whispering sweet words in Scott’s ears, nor was it what kept Logan dreaming about Scott for weeks after Scott had walked away from the possibility that their sleeping together had brought into their lives.

If anything, all it had done was proven Logan’s theory all over again that love sucked. That there was no place for it in his life, but it didn’t stop him from wanting it. With Scott Summers in ways that were laughable at best. Yeah, sure, okay, so maybe everyone else but Scott had picked up on how bad Logan had it for Scott before they’d slept together, but now with Logan sulking and Scott avoiding Logan in the aftermath Logan knew they weren’t fooling anyone. It was plain as day that something had changed, fueling speculation from the others in ways that Logan didn’t have the energy to feed into. He merely kept his head down and made himself busy with other teams, refusing to push himself into Scott’s world after Scott had been quick to shut him out. If that was what Scott wanted, then Logan was out to respect Scott’s boundaries even if Logan hated them. Even if they hurt in ways that had Logan up at night thinking about Scott and wanting to reach out to him in the darkness.

It was almost an entire miserable month for Logan after Scott had slipped out of his bed, but it wasn’t until the last day that Chuck had sent them out on a mission together—far from the school and chasing down an anti-mutant terrorist group that had been causing a stir up in Canada. It was Logan’s old stomping ground and after they’d made their way through Alaska to get to where they needed to go, Logan realized that they couldn’t keep at avoiding each other any longer.

“We need to talk Slim,” Logan had tugged at Scott’s arm once they’d made their way outside their destination, standing on the threshold of a place where only bad things would follow.

“Not now we don’t,” Scott had answered stiffly, maintaining his grip on that same stubborn stoicism that had Logan tangled in knots torn between wanting to shake him and kiss him breathless knowing that everything moving forward was hinged on how they responded to one another, “We have a mission to do and…”

“Fuck the mission,” Logan finally let his frustration get the best of him when he wrangled Scott away from the door, slamming Scott up against an adjacent wall before reaching out to touch Scott’s cheek, “You and I have been tiptoeing around this since the night it happened and…”

“What do you want me to say Logan?” Scott questioned blankly, stiffening against Logan’s touch when something passed between them against the cool winds picking up around them.

“That it wasn’t a mistake. That you felt something too when we…” Logan’s words trailed off when his eyes found their focus on Scott’s trembling lips, remembering the ways that Logan had caused Scott to quiver that night on the Danger Room floor when they’d given into temptation with one another.

“Slept together,” Scott finished behind a visible shudder. His jaw flexed with obvious tension, his body tightening when Logan stepped in closer yet knowing full well that he was putting their mission at risk, but he hadn’t cared now that Scott was so close and well within his reach, able to bring about an end to the games they were playing with one another.

“Tell me you didn’t feel something too that night,” Logan’s voice cracked with something he was certain he’d convinced himself he wouldn’t reveal, “That you weren’t thinking about how good it felt to be in my arms and sharin’ in something that felt so right between us when…”

“I liked sleeping with you Logan if that’s what you’re searching for in all of this,” Scott maintained behind a flex of his jaw and a swallow of breath, “I enjoyed the sex between us if that’s what you’re concerned about. Your performance was beyond adequate and…”

“Fuck that, Slim. You know damned well I ain’t searching for a performance review from that night,” Logan scoffed behind a wounded expression, pushing up higher to touch against Scott’s wind-chilled skin to coax Scott into surrendering to the truth that they’d been avoiding since that fateful night in the Danger Room, “I know that night wasn’t just about hurtin’ and fuckin’ to you. It was deeper than grieving between us. It was real no matter how much you want to pretend you weren’t lookin’ for that.”

“What I was looking for isn’t something that we need to focus on with the mission ahead of us and…” Scott argued against Logan’s nudge towards revealing what had been going through Scott’s mind that night they’d been together.

“You need me Slim. Just like I need you and not because we lost her,” Logan cut in with certainty behind his words, knowing that if he pushed too hard, too fast it could send Scott running like he had the morning after they’d shared a night in each other’s arms, yet Logan had to keep trying even if it was the worst possible moment to push the issue between them, “You needed me just like I needed you because deep down you know it was what you wanted.”

“So, what if it was?” Scott countered behind a wounded expression, “Is it going to make what happens next any easier if I tell you that I wanted it more than you can imagine?”

“Might buffer the blow of you leaving a little bit,” Logan softened his tone, unable to refrain from reaching out to touch Scott’s cheek gently as a wind swept over the nearly empty parking lot behind them.

“Didn’t realize a blow job and sex on the Danger Room floor would turn you into a softie,” Scott’s hard outer shell cracked just a touch, leaving him revealing a tease of a smile before he was once again reverting to the mission and leader mode, nodding behind Logan towards the far end of the parking lot where their target was fast approaching, “He’s here.”

“Got it,” Logan swallowed down all he’d been feeling, returning to mission mode and spending the rest of the night with Scott chasing down a lead until less than three days later the two had found themselves literally deep in the trenches surrounded by smoke, fog and deadly explosions, fighting against the enemy all around them and facing down the possibility that this time Chuck might’ve sent them into a situation that had gotten them in over their heads.

“Slim,” Logan crawled across the ground, pushing past the carnage to discover Scott on the broken dirt, wounded and working to claw his way up from the safety of the hole in the earth that had swallowed them long enough to avoid the Sentinel attack they were caught up in the middle of, “Can you hear me?”

“We’ve got to get back up there,” Scott was already fighting to pull himself up from the ground, working to maintain his composure and return to the mission, but his strength had left him in the aftermath after the last explosion had landed them on their asses down below where they’d began. 

Up above the team had arrived and was working to neutralize the enemy’s advantage, but for Scott this was one battle he wouldn’t be seeing until the end. Despite his struggle to make it back up over the mound of dirt they were in, Logan reached out to Scott, throwing Scott over his arm before crawling up the back of the trench and running down the enemies that crossed their path. With one arm around Scott’s body, Logan held on tight while his claws slashed at any approaching enemy coming forward, taking down one right after another until a short while later they were in a safe house in the distance joined by the others on the team who’d taken to another part of the hideaway to regroup while Hank had tended to Scott’s wounds with Logan on the outside looking in.

“How’s he doin’ Hank?” Logan was almost afraid to ask when Hank was finished with his assessment, revealing that Scott’s time in battle had left him a bit worse for wear.

“Stubborn as ever and looking to speak with you,” Hank positioned his hand on Logan’s shoulder, offering up a supportive squeeze before leaning in closer to Logan, “Go easy on him Logan. He’s having a hard time letting go even if he knows it’s what’s best for him.”

“Will do,” Logan promised before facing down the door in front of him knowing that once he walked inside everything would send him in a different direction moving forward.

Still wanting to do right by the man he’d found feelings for, Logan swallowed down his nervousness and opened the door to discover Scott bandaged up and looking uneasy in the center of the bed that Logan had put him in hours earlier. Scott was shirtless and bruised, revealing patches of scars across his chest and abdomen in ways that weren’t lost on Logan, but for now all that mattered was that Scott was still there—around to live another day and fight the battles that were far from over ahead of them.

“Logan,” Scott spoke Logan’s name quietly, fighting to keep from allowing the sound to quiver with the emotion that slipped past Scott’s otherwise calm demeanor, “you’re here.”

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easily Slim,” Logan announced refusing to back down when he moved across the room, climbing over the bottom of the bed until he was stretched out beside Scott. Without a word, he pulled Scott in against his chest, coaxing Scott to lean into him and cuddle in ways that they’d refused to acknowledge or accept that first night they’d been together, “I’m not letting you go again. Not after this.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Scott managed to get out until he, too, was holding onto Logan as if he’d never let go—refusing to back down from what they’d shared together until the two were kissing in ways that held a deeper meaning then they had that first night when everything had been led by instinct and urgency. This was met by innate need—fueled by a hunger unquenched in their earlier experience together.

“Don’t shut me out like that again Slim,” Logan mouthed in between kisses, holding on tighter with every taste and touch, hoping to convey the importance of Scott in his life.

“I won’t,” Scott answered freely, seeking out Logan’s mouth in another profound, all-consuming kiss with the two together rocked by the aftermath of the war they’d been facing, yet knowing that neither could do it without the other they were brought back to a place where they no longer felt the need to hide from what was happening between them, “I do need you Logan. Maybe I always did.”

“I need you too Slim,” Logan reached up to touch underneath Scott’s chin, coaxing Scott to angle his head up to see the truth behind Logan’s worried eyes, “Probably always will.”

“Then don’t let me go,” Scott pleaded with a new vulnerability behind his uncertain words.

“Never,” Logan promised kissing him again with the love in his heart he’d held back on, knowing there was no point in hiding from the truth any longer, “I love you Slim.”

“I love you too,” Scott replied, surprising Logan in the declaration and causing Logan to pull back, searching the face of his team leader for any sign of hesitation in his admission, but there was none. Only a small smile and a stretch of Scott’s fingers pulling Logan into another kiss, savoring the taste of Logan upon his lips before the two were twisting around together on the center of the bed, facing the new struggles of making out with an injured Scott beneath Logan looking to find a way to make what was happening easier on them both, “Get on your back Logan!”

“Only if you ask nice,” Logan teased behind a low growl with Scott’s fingers poking at his ribcage to follow the command.

“Now Logan!” Scott’s impatient words sent Logan back onto the mattress, stretched out across the blanket with Scott climbing over him, setting the stage for passion to follow in between hurried touches and urgent stolen kisses unable to be silenced by Logan’s roaming fingers pushing across Scott’s outer thigh. It was enough to cause Scott to sit upright and curl his lips with concern, “Quiet! We don’t want anyone knowing that we’re about to…”

“Hank’s no fool Slim. He’s probably already got a good idea on what’s happening here,” Logan quipped behind a small laugh knowing full well that anything that they were doing was bound to be heard by the others, “If we’re going to do this, then we may as well accept everyone knows it’s happening.”

“Then maybe we should wait,” Scott hesitated before falling into Logan’s body again. He let out a long sigh before resting his head on Logan’s shoulder and taking in the heat of Logan’s body beneath him, “If they’re going to be following what we’re doing then…”

“Waitin’ is probably a good idea,” Logan reluctantly conceded massaging his fingers over the length of Scott’s spine and appreciating the way that Scott’s heat filled Logan with hope and the promise of a future with someone in his life that Logan vowed to hold onto for as long as he could moving forward.

“I don’t know if I’m good at waiting,” Scott divulged behind a cheeky grin, widening his lips before nibbling on the side of Logan’s neck in ways that were wicked and naughty, proving that despite his boy scout reputation Scott had a wild side meant to be explored behind closed doors. As Scott began sucking down on Logan’s shoulder, his hand eased across Logan’s chest, traveling down lower to Logan’s abdomen until Scott’s long, skilled fingers were pushing in past Logan’s waistband to reach for that part of Logan that knew nothing of restraint and control.

“Slim,” Logan’s eyes pinched to a close and his head tipped back, savoring the way that Scott reached out to curl his fingers tighter around Logan’s body, easing over Logan’s thick flesh in ways that had Logan reciprocating the naughty movement in burying his fingers underneath Scott’s boxer shorts cupping Scott’s bottom in a rough impatient squeeze before using his other hand to touch over Scott’s jawline and coax Scott into looking at him up once again, “You’re coming dangerously close to awakening that darkness inside of me that’s unwilling to refrain from claiming all of you regardless of what’s happening out there.”

“Maybe I’ve decided you’re worth the risk,” Scott stretched out across Logan’s heavy frame, bringing his lips crashing down over Logan’s in an unspoken challenge, offering up a dare that had Logan’s palm squeezing at Scott’s rounded flesh, wanting to devour every inch of him until somewhere between their promises to behave and Scott’s wicked kisses they’d found that they were moving together on the center of the bed, far from quiet and careful, needing to reach that place inside of each other that they’d found once before. 

Only this time instead of running away from it, they were taking all they could get from the other, buried so deep inside of each other that even after it was over and Scott was stretched out over Logan’s heaving body their foreheads were pressed together, their breaths intermingled by sentiment. Logan’s eyes angled up at Scott, seeing so many things behind the crimson lenses that shielded Scott’s power and the plump, parted lips now spilling his satisfaction into Logan’s own eager mouth delivering one last taste of heaven until Scott was snuggling into Logan’s shoulder, encouraging Logan to hold him tighter than before.

“All my life I’ve been afraid of what a kiss could do—seeing how it could destroy everything and yet,” Scott raised his chin up searching Logan’s face for the truth behind the way they’d come together against the odds. A smile touched over his lips, prompting Scott to run his fingertips against Logan’s hair-dusted cheek, soft and tender when he repositioned himself above Logan. His lips hovered over Logan’s sharing in something so beautiful that there were no words for Logan to describe what he’d felt about the man above him, “It’s everything as far as I’m concerned. It’s the one thing I’ve been waiting to find in my life and now that you’re here…”

“I’m never going to stop wanting to kiss you,” Logan promised from his heart, knowing full well that there were millions of other promises he wanted to make to the man who’d made him believe in love again—who’d given him hope after the world had ripped it away from him. Now, with Scott in his arms, Logan pulled him in closer, drawing their mouths together in a slow, sentimental kiss no longer afraid to admit that after the long empty road Logan had been on, he’d found his one true happiness in Scott Summers that began that fateful day he’d taken a chance and offered up a clumsy kiss that changed everything between them moving forward. 

[earth-93]

EARTH-93: PROJECT INTRODUCTION

Hello, all.

I go by the handle "TheMysticSpyral" or just Mystic here on the interwebs, and I've been hashing out a fan project I call "Earth-93" for a few years now. Earth-93 is a simple but sprawling undertaking on my part, an attempt to revise the greater Marvel canon on a fixed, linear timeline. Though I bend this guideline here and there, on the whole I try to adhere to the 4:1 ratio of Marvel Time (Four years of IRL publication time to one year of in-universe continuity) in order to map out how I want events and arcs to develop, and when characters debut or become prominent.

As an example, here's a rough outline I have in mind for "Season 1" of Earth-93, roughly adapting the original 1960's run of comics:

November, 2002 - The Fantastic Four publicly debut.

December, 2002 - Janet Van Dyne is nearly killed in an act of sabotage. Her boyfriend Hank Pym flushes out the bugs within his family's company.

January, 2003 - Project: Gamma goes horribly wrong. Bruce Banner goes on the run. Donald Blake takes a vacation in Norway. He does not return the same man.

March, 2003 - Tony Stark is found in Afghanistan, after being presumed dead three months prior. The X-Men overthrow the Brotherhood of Mutants and their occupation of the nation of Santo Marco.

April, 2003 - Dr. Steven Strange returns from his extended sabbatical in Asia, purchases a townhouse in Greenwich Village as his new residency.

June, 2003 - Matt Murdock begins practicing law. Peter Parker is bitten by a spider during a college campus tour in Empire State University.

September, 2003 - After repeated delays, Reed Richards and Susan Storm hold a Fantastic Wedding in New York City. The Vault prison facility loses power, a Breakout ensues. Five mighty heroes find themselves united against a common threat.

October, 2003 - Captain America appears during a battle in Central Park, having been unearthed from ice deep below the English Channel a month prior.

February, 2004- The newly-crowned King T'Challa hosts a diplomatic visit of his nation of Wakanda.

May, 2004 - Mar-Vell makes his debut as Captain Marvel.

September, 2005- Galactus menaces Earth, but is narrowly repelled by its heroes.

From there, it's a little less squared away, though I absolutely have plans so don't hesitate to ask. In the meantime, I'll say that as a bridge between seasons one and two, I have plans to implement one of many crossover franchises into my Marvel canon, so stay tuned for that.

At the risk of jinxing things, I feel that I've reached a point in life in terms of writing ability, personal scheduling and mental health that I can produce and upload content far more consistently than before, and since I have been intending to branch out to other platforms aside from my starting place of DeviantArt, I may as well use this momentum to do a "soft reboot" of sorts. None of your content I have previously shared on dA will suddenly become non-canon (Though I definitely need to go back and update several details), nor will I stop uploading on dA altogether.

All content uploaded here on Tumblr will be the most official and updated, however, and for the time being will most certainly become my priority, since unlike dA and even Twitter, Tumblr's fate isn't exactly dangling above a bottomless pit at the moment. I will most definitely be posting separate fanworks and pitches down the line, but Earth-93 will very much remain the majority of my content. If "Earth-93" is not in the headline or in the tags, it's its own thing.

MASTER LIST

Fantastic Four

Invisible Woman

Mister Fantastic

Human Torch (Coming Soon!)

The Thing (Coming Soon!)

Avengers

Iron Man (Coming Soon!)

Thor (Coming Soon!)

Hulk

Ant-Man

Wasp

Rick Jones

X-Men

Professor X

Cyclops

Marvel Girl

Beast

Angel

Iceman

Mimic

Unus the Untouchable

Quicksilver